I am not of you or of them
I am of many but of on stem
just as you are, though that light may be dim
For you, the realization is difficult
it tis still dark like assfault
but the stem is ever growing yet invisible
just as in you is a stem that grows in the heart
either being watered or droughted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem