The cold blast gusts on my shoulders,
I can't breathe, nor can my head be lifted.
I feel as if one thousand years older,
A thousand years without the wisdom.
Though my lips sting as they open
And my teeth rattle within,
My mouth smiles as if hoping
To draw succor from the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Dillon. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks