Minutes in the spreading
of life's emotional surrender—
Has changed the meaning
of everything I knew.
The beating of my heart
no longer rushes
nor the craving of my lips to feed.
Creation!
is such a monger monster
that entrapped me in a collision
with your tides
altering the movement of my rhythm.
Where once I slept so peacefully
now only the crashing of the waves
survives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a wave you made.+++10