gold is mined for wealth rich many reasons
dreams washed mix in sluiced gravel sand reality
commerce sweat concentrated energy pours into sluicing art
rare few are nuggets found in sparse sand speck gold dust
all ending as one broken dream if the mine plays out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem about Making of gold Can be taken For the process of writing a poem. Thanks George