like wind... like sand...
as illusion as firefly
flying over cold sea
the brutal scenes
are now descending
in shadowy endings
they liked to go ahead
to ask about inner wishes
and finally left, never regret
listening to the screams
that came from the stronghold
staining, some sour tears on themselves
very simple words...very great poem....very great poet as well..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is always our own thoughts that cause the most distress.