Drifting on banks of mysterious waters, like clouds
floating in the sky.
Dark and gloomy forests shake their leaves at us,
reminding of destiny's cruel jokes yet to be played.
Walking mud-sandy banks, thinking of life's hesitant
desires as we are jolted to our senses in moments of
delayed reaction.
Silencing self like a moody sunset, uncertain of it's
final destination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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