The sunless desert is full of cold pleasure
The gray river has no beholder
Lilies have leaned their heads on one another
They are talking about the Big died Brother
The delicate wind caresses them gently
Avoiding the wind’s sharp ear, slyly
They decided to speak softly
It’s thousands of years that we have been deceased
Cowardly, they are talking about I and thee
The deserted world still fears humanity
The last line sums up the reality we are living in.Very nice.Keep inking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful and lovely poem.