Today my thoughts
They ride on a cloud
Stray like a crowds echo
And intense like a storm;
Vibrant as it is, my heart
It beats with youth’s anguish
In the sky of a sphere
Where passions rule
And stars of wisdom vanish,
But we often split
My spirit and self in momentary bliss;
Proudly the grass holds its head
When the wind whispers a secret
Beneath the green bed dwells the dead
Where the garb of stain and fame was shed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem