O the world's incessant machinery
Is just too much for me. I feel the need
To cultivate a fresh flower garden
Of consciousness. I desire a change
In the weather. I desire a change
In the scheme of things. Although the darkness
Seems endless, there's a light that can never
Die. And it glows brightly within our hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem