To turn
From the anguish
Of the world
Is not to escape it.....
In the green glades of the hills
The cries will follow you
Which you will not hear:
They echo in some limbo
beyond time
Where the heart is split
Maybe some day you can say:
Anger, be red
Purpose be iron
And all will be
As the magic of a shaman
walking into things not out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To turn From the anguish Of the world Is not to escape it.... facts of life. well expressed. tony