When worries turn wolves….
Some worries are just bad beasts.
They close in on like wild wolves;
The prey mind like a gazelle
Flees from the lush green pasture
And runs pell-mell in a look out for a shelter.
A stop watch counts all the rapid heartbeats.
All heavy pants will gather in a private history!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem