rays of hope are fading
from the darkest cloud
of storms and thunder
on my knees
I shall bow down
and accept defeat
i have lost all my keepings
on the valleys of the dead
no necessary belongings to air
no grudges to endure
just best wishes to you
joyfully bearing my end
2009, Oct.23
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem