a storm rolled
sideways somewhere raced off
it left the tree
felled on the road
as the man, which suddenly,
lost the will to live
and lies, where he fell down
fatigued sorely
with life.
a storm rolled
sideways somewhere it raced off
as we when we are searching
past
Left speechless am I to read this poem for I wrote one titled 'Still Searching' and now you tell me don't search. Quite a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lightly and shapely the poem is flowing. An appropriate climate is felt.