Riding the boat of life
I am now at the middle
Of the sea
Nowhere is seen a rock
A sandy beach or a hut
Or a tree
The shore is far away
I can see a bird or two
Flying high
They don't come for me
In the middle of blue
I am left to die
The sky threatens with
A storm and my end
Seems so near
I survived the high wind
And waited till the sky
Became clear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is like fighting with the sea...Great poem