OH God...
Our lamps are Pale..
And the paths are dark..!
,
Our sadness are heavy..
But.. the wings are small!
,
We are thirsty for joy
But the sorrow is bitter..!
,
This forest in our hearts..
Grow and grow up..
,
And.. death.. death
Walking around..
Where ever he wants..! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.