when your overweeningly arrogant brash youth
is steering in wrong direction
with gusts of the heart and the soul
search for the rescue don't wait for the miracle
because it is only a delusion
sometimes in the life wonders are happening
but only where there are no us
so don't count on the kindness
and crumbs of the fate
alone fight over it
what on the heart is suiting you
because only it is managing
who into the meaning of effort
is believing strongly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glad to have discovered your thought-provoking poetry, Maria.Thanks for sharing and keep on :) A.