Faiths gate opens on a garden of peace
I like the next, have dreamy blue-green eyes
That remembers Siamese purrs in the breeze
Hearts ticking steadily like a good timepiece.
When did this go wrong, what ramifies?
The desert's heart of darkness; hot dusty sighs.
Sends drums of chaos rolling down the thunder
Hearts a-pounding, without; refreshing rain
What is a soul turning to dust and clinker?
That once was forged pure as gold from a bolder.
Every flower got its nuggets burnt by butane
The sun magnifies all life and shares its pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem