Slowly on a road I tread.
The heart feels cold and wasted.
Truth hurts, pain underlying,
Shadows seal in its shade.
Dusk sees a form evolving -
Compensating happiness unseen.
Unresolved within eternity:
Love to hate, hate to ruins.
Silence whispers its tune.
Grim serenity unfolding.
The Southern Wasteland lies desolate
For a bleeding soul to travel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm surprised that you could express multiple feeling in just few lines! ! ! nice style, i mean great.....10