The word have been not been
spoken it seem like things
unwind and separte and
unwrap to a ravel.
With untold story and path
where foot steps printed
in the gravel as people
become unsuccessful
and the world become
worthless.
The world begain to fall
apart as it descent
and drift away this the unwritten
story that not been told today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem