In the midst of all these
it is you
alone in the picture surrounded
by an ocean
of faces and bodies
all fading
into a face of blankness
a body of
liquefied ice block
it is cold and hazy
upon a background of a picture
blurred by the
flow of some tears
you emerge in the most
beautiful texture of
a clarity
that is rarely spoken
by mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem