Let me run away
From my own thought,
Let me run away, my dear.
I see no where drought.
Though here it is shadow
I am on the bank of a river,
Where I lighted the lamp.
Feel, life and death are partners.
Let me cross the moon and
Let me wander in the forest,
I declared myself the best
And I ran away, no street
Is there though anyway
I proposed and I know my only act.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine writing, thanks for reading mine. It is difficult to run from your own thought, but your poem makes sense. It is quite suggestive and leaves an impression.