I'm the lost soul of the world
The black sheep of the family.
I'm sorry you feel disappointed
That I'm lost to you finally.
I'm in pursuit of silence
The same that keeps eluding me,
But the footprint it left, I notice,
Was intentionally left for me;
What are you doing with me?
I am lost, allow me to be.
I've reached the extremities
Of this endless universe
This long stretch of emptiness
Where one keeps going, no reverse!
I'm a lost soul
Wandering in darkness,
In the nest of owls, a bleeding soul
The droplets fill the sand with sadness,
Lost hopes
Lost tears,
I'm the lost soul without reclaim,
Lost in your warm bosom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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