Deftly holding onto the reins as I ride into the desert
of my soul, watching signs along the way, shown to me
by nature.
Catapulting into an interior atmosphere, gaining strength,
slowly becoming a meaning in life.
Tranquilly being soothed by steady sounds of horse hooves
hitting the dry desert floor, echoing into this mind.
Reminding me of the loneliness that is always mine to
have and hold.
Soundlessly gathering thoughts as I disappear into the
sunset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem