Wide expanse of fertile land,
wealth beyond the horizons.
Butterflies in beauty undisclosed,
This is truth invented by no-one.
In a veined sigh
one day passes unnoticed.
Dissolved into thin air,
drowned at fatal tide.
Faded glory exiled to
an empty room without a view.
Long shades of hollow echo,
facing cold ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm enjoying your poems. Very lyrical and some real beauty in them. Your 3rd stanza touches emptiness exactly.