Drifting in the wind
Turning, surging, twisting
In this whirlwind
Is the feeling
When I’m with you
My movements are control
By this whirlwind
Like my decision are too
By the light of you
But you are not aware
In this whirlwind, I feel
Tired, suffocated, lifeless
Your presence serves
Those feeling to me too
But you were blinded in your ignorance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is very beautiful. thanks md. write more please.