thoughts bigger than mountains
my world turnes in squares
water falls are fountains
single people in pairs
the sun is over the the eclipse
i try to think why
working people sweat like whips
why are there no more blueskies
i am slowly dying inside
village people all around
Ti worshiping to abide
but i hear no sound
planes crash big and tall
but still no one criesat all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a very interesting poem, keep working, you have potential.