My desire,
Just like cascading fire;
Like fury and smoke
Would make most men choke.
The rage of hate
Keeps many in such a state;
Turbulent waters tossing
At this junction we're crossing
Like a lengthy dream
That's so full of steam
Where the long-winged fairy
Becomes almost scary
And this tedious nightmare
Just brings on more scare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem