I get used to it again
where I am,
then I hear you calling
time to be packing
and start the journey
soon to be returning
to the sun that is burning,
to the cold
that hopes of better days coming
still learning
what life is teaching
It's beyond the mountain
that's where I am heading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poetess like you should by no means go beyond the hill.Alamd should not ask for the slaughter