for the world that moves in circles
everyone lives in trials
in cities, countrysides, life is full of hustles
desperately, all that are grieved live in denial.
full of thoughts, how any times do you have to weep
live in dreams that come with no sleep
where success is a hill of grease
the harder you try to climb the more you slide
at this point, we hope to search and find
with a clam gesture of a dove ready to glide
for a vision and reality, where we don't have to decide
yet little do we know, that every day is there to be embraced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's cute that your first name is Valerian, like the root that is an herb that calms.