Cloudy that face
Knocked me down
To hold the trashy objects
Just the bitter puff
With no-air zone my heart
Simply bleed pain of humiliation
Next time I tracked
A beauty of rain-sucker
Pleasing the suffocation
Made my articulation
Quiet gentle as a love-bird
Noise to create silence
That time
And only that time
Sky smiled to the failured
Who never knew
How to satisfy the life
Beyond death
Cloudy that face
Was the origin
All these hazards
Got its poetic affiliation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why are you so pessimistic? I like the last stanza.