Sorrows seek a hide-out sly,
As the clouds of pain gather
Over the irritant craggy land
Of lures and, of...failures;
A shaking inner quiver
Cracks open the lava.
Pleasure fountain springs and sprinkles
A like a strange elation -
Tears gleaming ecstasy
While robust dry laughter
Peals out of the cynic mouth......!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inner quiver! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.