big voice swallows little voices
the dust blanket the earth continuously
fall from the sky and the air pressures
I chase the dawn that keeps running from me
I thought I can forget my anxiety
still I walk on never ending road
passing narrow street unlighted
when find myself in blind labyrinth
I take a hard breath but move again
can it be called...hope?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem