Shallow universe of tabloid poetry
Matrix scribble
The awakened are broken
Feel the tides of fleshly wisdom
The drums pound like a hell
Let the wind reign like the Word
The eternal Wind
Plateau raised in the plains
Prairie saves
Golden hills like the ancient peace
Far from the fire a tower
Lately the mountains have elves
I hear again the sacred songs
My soul feels herds of Buffalo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem