the land is dying
no breath to grasp
the leaves are still
no wind to make them dance
the moon is pale
no light to glare
the sun is hiding
refusing to rise
this is my world
bare and dull
all in grey
but not doomed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yup sometimes we live gloom as written by fate. However, life is eternal struggle one should not loose heart we said Lei! I like this very much as it is fascinating...