I am waiting for my sleep to know,
what daylight cannot say,
the only place where senses flow,
and wash my fears away
For when your wisdom comes to me,
and strikes me with your soul,
that's when the sorrow that I see,
makes sense and I feel bold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom is the essential quality that is supposed to have to a human being. Nicely it is said.