It floats slowly
As It disappears
From the anchor of truth
Through yearnings whispering
Deceitful greatness.
It touchs and wakes up the ego
Of strange wildish places
Choosing to adopt
Heroic values and ideas.
It goes filled with hope
And returns with pity and despair.
Lost prmises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem