past, present and future
feelings churning
until the bottom of my heart
tore the walls of reason
banging his dream
into the present
and imagine the future
the fire of hell
young people
who choose the course
individually
was the coolness of the wind
the breezy
sometimes there
under the shade of the leaves
mango tree
in front of my house
He dreams of the present, imagines the future but in the past, what happened? The young chose their course indvidually. Is it? But why the wind was cool and breezy? I think, you conceal the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Front yard, at home says it all-home sweet home