Coated voice, so gentle and touching, bringing senses into
the future, not ever thinking to touch the fabric of its
being.
Only wanting to be a shadow, hiding beneath a world of dark-
ness that will never see the light of day, it will only keep
this essence hidden in ravines and caverns.
Mountainous deserts being far from humanity and its fickle
habits of deterring and/or tainting what it should have been,
but never quite made it in this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem