old decided to lose, generate new wisdom
for the young to conquer the world that
tickle every minds to the high of illusion that
unbelievable only the pleasure of vanity
reside
watch every step; try to walk seeing what is
beyond your feet can see; a bright light stump
always your clean feet, dirt’s seems snow like
ices you want haul in your little house in you
wiggle in your doorstep and tears like clouds
drops in your pinkest check, the given time is
meant not to bare the decided heart, only a
wish that sweat in you dreamy sky
the blink of the each eyes only ask a beautiful
good bye, wishing all the dream comes fast as
the worm grows faster and stronger at the end
of the day.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely theme and excellent ending verse. Good one.