I see the sign of influence
It is like a spine, without it the is no service
You stand paralyized without endurance
It is sized like a mountain it can embrace
The style of people outside wihtin their face
As people hide themselves with an offence
Within their conscious minds that once
`Riped their own dreams through'
'Like the streams of a rough
`Waterfall lying the ground across'
The dying rocks in the waters that cross
Over the line on the other site
Where the vine of ice light
With might on their date
Of bright reach of fright
As persuasion comes to their fate
Their visual sight manunites
Favour upon their life`s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, many deep undertones. Unique write.