Future destinies being looked and searched for in heavenly
skies, filled with lightened knowledge no one on earth can
fathom or use.
Seeking changes and alterations with each passing storm of
life, wanting nothing, having nothing, makes existence seem
farther away than ever.
Attempting to hold on with very little hope, future destinies
slide down slopes and into gullies, unseen for many years to
come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem