When the plan of man
Disappears in the storm of Women
The anchor that's sits deep commence
From there to here
It was told
Blank pale and thoughtless to endorse
Stimulated agenda for life that talks
In adequate funds for business costs
Achievement at a graduate Life course
Til then we must inflict the idea
Strive for the momentum
Advance in the space within a glance
Touch the places believed to be right
And leave the loud echoing to its part
It sure feels empty in fragile parts
It invites the wind to take walls fora dance
Open in unfortunate hour
Same hour that opens for bees to meet the flowers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem