Quenching a thirst
along this journey,
realizing-
overseen hurts.
Noise from greed
has its way,
reasons-
are wasting away.
Clinging to survive
with clouds inscribed,
sailing-
to hide fists of fire.
Invitation open for run
such hard breezes,
engulf-
this river which thrives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOVELY IMAGES, river returning the water to where it belongs