Charging my soul with an electric feeling of writing
in silence.
Portraying everything in mysterious coded messages,
never divulging the answers lest someone steal all
that I am inside.
Riding through the lonely sand dunes, alone and
uncorrupted by life.
Pure and innocent, walking into netherlands that I
can never escape.
Asking God to save me from the formality of impending
death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem