I walk along the beach,
I can't ignore the signs,
the sand has washed away.
We claim replenishment,
as if to steal some time,
depleting distant shoals.
The sea yet wins again,
the shore always retreats,
beyond the schemes of men.
Deception is a curse,
an illness of the mind,
eroding facts like waves.
I sense the rising heat,
as gods and devils meet,
where angry winds are born.
The sand beneath my feet,
warns me I must prepare,
for fever, flood, and storm.
The sand has washed away many signs cannot be ignored at all while walking along the beach where angry winds are born. An amazing imagery is drawn in this poem through powerful expression basing on perception...10
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I would like to translate this poem
You prove nature to be our great teacher or vise versa poet's observation of the nature....