the words on the page
the black and the white
remind me of teardrops
and cold mountaintops
in the wide wilderness
the journey of survival
knows bruises and agony
and apathy and apogee
past the mountain peak
the way to home awaits
down below is the valley
the finale and the tally
and all that we are left
in crossing over the river
is a crumbling headstone
where words stand alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem