Was it the search for gold?
Or the painless journey I strode...
My sudden scarcity? That erupted
Thine thoughts of supposed plentitude? !
In this sublime forest thou covet
For far within the mediocrity, you trumpet...
I yearn and search for a past so deep
No silver nor gold can ever efface!
For even if the winter freeze we much despise
Is deeply missed at a summer's burn
Why should it sound any fallacious...
Thy 'mediocrity', I sweat to vacation!
Why should it be so difficult to comprehend
A garden flower's cry for home: harsh wilderness...
Unto thee, I pray
MY MISS- -UNDERSTOOD! ! !
........and not misunderstood😔
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem