In this racing world,
I'm lost somewhere,
I want to reach my destiny,
But I don't know how to get there,
I'm wearing a black mask,
But I fear.....I fear,
To become one of those,
Who are dead, though alive,
I fear........I fear to
become one of those,
who wear dark cloaks,
that is why I'm lost...
Lost in the bivouac of life..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ushna. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks