Towards an endless immortal search
A mortal soul begins its quest
Across deep sea and burning desert sand
Across the wilderness and civilized land
Until tired and beaten I rest
My soul driven by madness and zest
Towards a certain unseen death
A life wriggles, begins its breath
Every step new not perfect
But with zeal I climbed step by step
Staggering, falling, hurt but living
Glorifying life before the onset of dying
In unknown world of uncanny hollow
A dream begins to fill images of love
Unaware of loathe, cheating or failure
I blindly follow the footsteps of lure
There I build my castle of dreams
Amidst vast garden and clear streams
In the huge expanse of gloomy sky
My heart a wingless bird craves to fly
To reach the stars I stretch and strive
I sprout into colors when rains arrive
Singing my songs and dancing away
Enjoying myself, I am living today.
like a opera I like it, In the huge expanse of gloomy sky My heart a wingless bird craves to fly To reach the stars I stretch and strive I sprout into colors when rains arrive
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I would like to translate this poem
following the footsteps of your lure is actually better than following somebody else ...a very meaningful write