Suffering inside. Never speaking.
In pain, but never physically,
The air a cloud of melancholy: a deserted land in mind.
But somehow I know,
I sense,
I see,
An atmosphere of euphoria
At war with earthly hatred!
How its smiling sword slashes at the desolation!
Humanity saved from the fate
Of hate
For life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem