oh the man is finally race
It reaches a sad plane watery
and looks away thoughtfully and cleverly
but never reached hope
without looking apart easily
my heart sits on the branch of nothingness
round em gather gently look, look at the stars
in me, the past fall like a stone in silent peace
silent blue time flies by
the edge of the sword sparkles
my heart hurts, the word cools
but who would I speak to?
who would listen to?
Human desire And receiving balance Always on zigzag road......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my heart sits on the branch of nothingness round em gather gently look, look at the stars in me, the past fall like a stone in silent peace silent blue time flies by Who would I speack to who would I listen to. thank you my dear poet. tony