I am here......
Stuck between
Beauty and ugliness,
Someone whispers to me
To proceed,
Someone whispers to me
To retreat,
But for some mysterious reason
I am compelled to remain standstill,
Long time elapses,
Then being frustrated,
I ask myself,
'How long? '
Soon an invisible shadow repeatedly laughs at me
From the nearest region.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem