HE IS looking for something
years and years he is looking for something
which he found and which he cannot pick up and
claim it as his own
it is a stone and the stone wants to knock him down
it is the stone that he was looking for
years and years until all his hair have turned into silver
and this very stone that he found
that he love
is finally knocking him down
the stone has become its marker
and may he rest peacefully
forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem