The raised columns sustaining my spirit
Play with the clouds like crazy fingers.
Allowing their flow unopposed and wild
Two cross to hope for what once was
Falling stars give up wishes like rain
Then stop suddenly like a cruel distraction
Diverting the stream like a altered river
Once flowed with riches of affections
Now a mire likeness of what once was
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem