Wars of the athlete are solid like grass,
The grass empties into the pit of sand
And the legs are bursting forth over it.
Many pits contain the message of eternity,
They lack all vision of the reality
As they fade into the minds of followers.
I see many pains among the enemies
Of this world, this world shall bow to agencies
Of the super active, like the doctors of being
And metaphysics, the branches of ontology.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem on war solid like grass. Expressive one.