Sometimes the minutes feels like days,
And the weeks passes in an hour.
Sometimes the chilled wind gives comfort,
And the breeze sweeps like a twister.
When water feels like liquid fire,
The spirit can only quench the thirst.
The known faces resemble the devil;
And in the enemy I put my trust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting words to make one think