My barren land
desolate and dry
marooned reverie
that no dreams dare reap.
My barren land
evil dreams die
as the dead forsaken
in the isle of heaven.
My barren land..
demons reassure
the plighted vow
of a coveted love
that turned a mirage.
My barren land..
chaos of oppression
of fiery torrid wind
made blisters in my soul
no art could see.
My barren land..
those grains of gold
I hold within my palm
to surpass all wily
trades and leases.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem