With the blooded foot,
In a rough road and with a vision
A person trying to reach the top
Struggling, struggling and struggling
Which seems to be
Uncertain and never ending.
The footsteps in blood
Showing the way forward
For many persons to reach the same
Which never happens
With easy steps and straight way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a passionate pen... and I very much look forward to exploring your poetry further. PEACE