Delving into deepest pockets of wisdom, attempting to derive some complacency from them at times.
Turning them inside out, seeing all the treasures buried within,
yet there is a nothingness hidden inside; awaiting some love to
contribute to strife's easing as it passes by in regal descriptions, finding a place in subjective writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem