Far away are we settled
Few winds come together
To lift our sordid land
Dreariness, dampness
Are truths carved
On our 100 wooden faces
We are dried, dehydrated
Souls – Of what is left
A mere percent alive
Will it survive?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful. love the simplicity and succinctness of it - short and sweet. (:
thanks charissa.. for your read.