When targets echo my willingness,
endeavors turn boomerang,
the desert air puts me in a new moon phase..
When my rose withers away,
journey ends in a blind lane,
new moon engulfs me.
The feeling transcends in the body,
body opens gland gates,
I succumb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life can be very hard sometimes, but a strong spirit will eventually turn obstacles into achievements. Very nice poem enjoyed reading it a lot.
Thank you for expressing your feeling.