*Here's the translation of the poem*
The Search
I see a bright lightThe Search
Darkness
My eyes, a sea of sight of a blind man,
A baby with the sight of incomprehension,
Darkness of the night, hope to see,
Light of the night, how can it be?
Not to understand or analyze
I see a bright light
Darkness
I look, look, look
With the hope of life
Something more,
Step by step I get closer
The sweat falls at my feet
I see blue, grey, and vibrant red
Do you know where you are?
Here I am searching
A desolate land
With only my scattered thoughts
Like pages lost in the wind
How to understand and know?
I search the rythm in my body,
Tiered but ready,
I search, search, search,
With the hope to live
By
Alyssa Joy Kinnier
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