this wind howling reflects my spirit.
calm.
yet rustling.
disturbed, full of clutter
but calm, ever so calm
on the outside it appears invisible
and yet close your eyes and begin to feel
the rushing inertia
the uncontrollable, tantalizing, endless
fury this darkness holds
do not be disturbed
for it is not to disturb, but to bring change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem