I walk this long
Twisted road
Alone.
no-one to
my left.
no-one to
my right.
no-one to
my front
but my
lonely
shadow.
a desolate
wasteland
to either
side,
stretching
out boundless
and bare.
no end to
the road,
i see
before me,
no way
back
so i can
repent.
not a soul
to be seen
or found,
not even
my own
as i walk
this long
twisted
road
alone.
I've walked this road, as have many. Every road eventually ends. This is no different.
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I would like to translate this poem
Thats always the case for many of us, love it....keep it up