it is just no man to inspire. no women to admire, for there gone by means of a man, we all live in comfort but yet in need of survival
everything was to be wondered in time,
for i have none at all to prove,
so as a messanger i walked a mile,
and as a traveller i was driven to nile,
to the mud of too much water and soil,
for much awaited i stood,
behind the moments,
in time fading away with differen desires and motions,
happiness with time went by and by,
and i knew that was the moment,
a moment haggard with a silent sound,
waiting for a verge of extinction,
thinking deeply beyond the soul of souls,
it might have been the end of his world,
thoughts unhealed,
thoughts greatly unseen,
words were not attered,
i cried because the day had come to an end,
tears of no smiles,
tears without laugh,
tears of too much fear,
but with no tasteful meaning,
everything was real,
even the upcoming darkness was singing its song
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I would like to translate this poem
splendid! ! its not words you choose or plots you paint its the lavishness of your thoughts flow.......