In a shroud of mist,
the fullness of thoughts shivers.
Don't give me any quiz.
Inpoisoned angst,
I climb a tree of inquiry.
There were no answers.
You come prudently on
toes to catch the ripples of
the transient questions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I climb a tree of inquiry. There were no answers.... //.... Amazing imagery. Thanks.