Anger and shrivel
Hatred and rage in heart is gathering
But even an explosion is useless to touch
The reality in silence was frozen
And the world is dead and no response
Day after day
Night after night
Wake up and fall asleep
And so on, and so on
The rage got vanished
While vague conscience remained
Feeling feels likes the foam
But too heavy to fly
The whole thing happened
As mermaid’s grandma’s words of the opposite direction
Who vanished is the foam of rage
And despair born as a new life
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I would like to translate this poem
and how much worse is it, when anger shrivels... I don't quite understand 3rd last line? Apart from which, swirling poem.