The sun is shining
the clouds have disappeared
the rivers gleam and flow downstream
yet...
It's the wrong time for it
Anger, frustration
threats, lies
no future presence of compromise
Rises the fury behind
these shadowed eyes
Awaiting the end but
nothing shows
Starving for the arrival
yet only the wolf howls
Watching the stars glow
only to see the stars
turn to rust
and all the trees
to stone they turn
Clipping every wing
rivers running red
an imagination left for dead
A made up dream
it has to be
It seems so real but it's real
only to he
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem