Being worm-eaten, ceaseless... still
Giggling all the apples, one after another
Those green, rosy, red __
And gloomy, darkened clouds
Flying, flying, flying and flying away...
What a sign of inauspicious days!
People run after light and hope, always__
Keep it up more and more but jerks off less;
Yet, keep up an eye, where there is darkness!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Thanks for sharing your poem. A blessed afternoon.