The wind is slow and still
The ground beneath you would crumble
The lizards scurried across the flat land
The hawks were the kings here
The wind picks up
The ground seems to fly up
There's nothing but a giant wall
Hurling closer and closer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting, I don't quite understand the giant wall part. This seems to be the first poem that you have posted to this website. Welcome to Poem Hunter!