Rushing into dirt roads, running away, further into barren
desert mountains, just to be alone and focused inwardly
for now.
Noticing desert animals scurrying about, looking for
shelter, much as I am right now.
Wandering through recollections of the last time finding
self here.
A cool, refreshing memory, helping to cope with this arid
hot desert of my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem