Caught on rims of desert sands, being blasted by winds
of fate and reality, thrown into dunes of past forget-
fulness alone.
Stringing along fantasies and desires of hope, we trip
falteringly into deep abysses of torment and loneliness.
There are no more causeways of resistant love, as all
of us dye our lives under six feet of burial dirt,
weighing upon us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem