Sun
in a
shining
hope; an
arch above the
west, baking the
barren soils; emits
feelings of rhythmic
heartache, and exits
through the broken
rest of everything
beyond the restive
grey hallowed road
that a tireless nature
strolls; joining this traveler
craving a dreamy silence, because
the view is into and not out of; a stoic
and emptied mind; that only senses light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem