Twice in my life
I have been frustrated
Reason unknown to me
Out of experience I knew
I was cut off from the
Beauty of the world
“Frustration, A quasi madness“
I then promised, like an oath
‘I will not let my dream scattered
I will mould and provide shelter ‘
O my dream, fly high
Share and whisper
Awake and unawake
Go into the heart
Worry not of my death
I want to keep alive
And you will be alive
Into the heart of multitude
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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