Some go out for family
Others seeking fame
But what I'm running after
Flows on without a name
It exists in your affection
And grows up inside trees
I feel it in the evening
When my tired spirit's free
And when the final demons
Are driven from my heart
I can fade with honest answers
And arise to better starts
Beautiful. The simplicity and flow kept me entertained, and your choice of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sort of like an eclipse of the moon on the emotions.