I'm not fine.
Being fade wing of the cloud
In melted spirit of global warming
I drop the sins of rain.
In the snow falling morning
Do you remember me?
In the echoing time
I exclusively feel,
Leaving the darkness behind
At new basin inside the destination
You will definitely find the right creativity river
That will slowly but obviously flow & join
With the titanic wave of the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem