Turning and toiling on the evening grapes
I saw the wind dusting by and it urge so unique and chill
I saw the laughter amidst the terror from Barfanater running down my lips
How may I embrace this task ahead?
To see not to look for look at Luke is Luke but the torment of pataki.
And I smile at my shadow when I gallop up the tune of greatness.I wave in dispair amidst the flag of leadership on my roof ablow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem