I go there every time willing and praying and wondering
_to see whether the sadness has quit the city
The City of Sadness
Yet it stands there ever_captured by full sadness
Its seizure growing worse each and every day perhaps
In full contrast to my disillusioned Mind
Wavering around an Ancient sea of Hope
_In order not to be drowned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem