It is here, in the veins and I can feel it,
The dusk of life, the nearing of days.
And here I am, with thoughts to
Grab an image of charm, of scenic fragrance,
And there exists a city; oft I’ve dreamt about it,
I think of creating it,
Of digging it from my imagination.
But then I hesitate,
Because for me is written, determined,
Destined: To suffer, to bear and
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem