To take the unseen hand and
Feed the tingling itch
To live the dream nobody knows
Trudge onward on peeling feet
for a taste of something purer
for waters sweeter than spring
Somewhere brighter than two suns
a mountain higher than Idanre
Peace would come to my aching bones
When wanderlust is appeased
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done.Reading again.