i walked through the lands
where there is no end
no direction
no goal plan
since the trees were lost
the birds had gone
no music to listen
the spirit is lost
i cant see the end
of this journey
like a dream
everything is a legend
dry land and wind of dust
suffocate my heart
no breath can pass
im dying so fast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem