Unevacuated fatigue,
Unvacated anguish,
Around miles of mists
A life - unevacuated.
Sometimes, we feel our life fill with pains, stagnant.
Facing the ways of life! With the muse of the odds. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I turned my comment into a prose poem which I posted under the title OUT ON AN INNER LIMB.