the tragic waste of melancholic lamentations that erupt into the apathetic breeze,
could break a man lacking in fortitude;
but they are unable to fulfil their only purpose.
the anxious yearn of desperation that pisses away downstream,
could break a man lacking in fortitude;
but it is unable to fulfil its only purpose.
nothing ever changes.....
man remains unbroken.....
the infinite sadness cries itself to sleep.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very poignant poem, Wolfgang. Thanks