Life is seems,
Like a misery,
And i have became,
A rubber band,
One side, pulling me
To past,
Another one to future.
When one side pulls me,
More,
My heart become,
A burning thunder.
When other
Pull me more,
My heart become a
Thornless Sky flower.
Somthing keep
beating me,
Make loonly,
In silent morning,
Of spring.
When the day becomes
darker and darker,
I imagine,
Shadow of
Cloud is passing.
But when it rains again,
I become wet again.
I imagine it will sun
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem