There is nothing in sight
No flowers no streams
No sleep no dreams
No soul to talk with
The world seems to have
Gone in to a daze
With wind just hanging
Over the land with no flow
Reflections in water
Stop moving or simmering
There is nothing in sight
Except a few eagles
Sitting on fronds waiting
For the wails to
Come out from inside the hut
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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