Deep diverting valleys
Are the roots reaching out
The twisting of society
The unheard silent shout
An unsought question answered
Of how the story goes
The path the valley takes
Is shown from snow to snow
But without the loss of thought
the sight it sees you past
You enter into the valley
Destined to be the last
Because slowly and alone
It pushes off the shelf
To be what it will become
Alone and by itself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the valley we all have to walk through, the one of uncertiantly and disalussion, nicely expressed :)