Moved to the bottom of the sea
staying out of the sun's life.
Head low, missing the trees.
Deep inside breathes a knife,
cutting along the edge of strife.
Infinity of space bleeding outwards
reaching for the reflection core,
but only slashed by heaven's door,
sending me back to nevermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting and thought provoking piece. Would enjoy reading more from you.