I shall cling to the bottom,
of the rocky surface,
no matter,
how much you decline
to grant me passage to your ocean.
This monotonous struggle,
has given me indifference,
to any rage you still feel,
or it's possible- I suppose,
that it is my own wrath I experience...
-Reguardless
The stagnant river is draining,
all that will be left,
are the small insignificant bacteria,
of misunderstandings,
that were taken out of context.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderfully written.