As mountains gloom and winter bites
A hardened man
Trudges the scarlet-crossed fields
Of an oriental desert -
Toxins of the mind
Bloom
As white flesh withers
Under summer fire.
One day,
A hardened man
Has had enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hello and thanks. read some of your poems. enjoyed language and something bordering on the mystique, i think. a 10 for this one though i hate this rating business. john o'connell