Dark cloud
garthering from a
magnified thought
Dreams weathering into grimy sky
The world smoking out of smoking pipes
The guiter of sorrow pierced into grieving ears
Pains uniting souls
in school of pain
Now
Sorrow in favor of solace
many tongues yet to grow
Meanings mean no meaning
yet meant to mean
Perhaps
tears of heaven
will nurture earth
Perhaps
liberty still
grows at mounting tops
Else
Will
weaved with will of wills
into the wheel of wills
will ride into
eternity with
flamables and kindler
Perhaps
rose will grow from pool of blood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hope for peace and beauty to re-emerge after evil has worn itself out keeps us all going.May it not be too far away for you. A good poem from the heart.10.