We wandered into the cold dark forest. This
seems a regular occurrence.
With every step the past is relived.
You believe we are in a state of flux and the
future is ours to shape. I believe it is a
transient sense of false belief.
We hold onto illogical hope.
Trust was never in question. The unknown
Our dactylograms are fading.
We venture deeper into the forest.
For a moment you lost me and my doppelganger
We are near the end. The end is here.
You emerge from the forest and the world
lost me to passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem