In the debris of solitude
Longing for understanding, I mulling
Over what to do with my life
Very deep diving into oblivion…
Eternally old, I become young
You are here, for me, right now, coming
Of all the fairy tales, but you are real
Until I woke up from that dream, but I don’t want to…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem