Reverting to past ways, taking up revolutions of entire interior nations, fighting between themselves, causing pain to rise above allegations.
Testing my patience, giving me heartaches that I can do without.
Lifting eyes to heaven, manifesting a world I can call my own, where I can feel and touch whatever I see in mind.
Vivid colors reaching my taste buds, giving me delectable tones to write about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem