We cling to hard to our emotions
like mountain climbers in distress
to scared but lose them none the less
we could use the feet of elephant
or search for magical Loch Ness
and add experience to potions
and move on through the arches
ride on through this Maraland
and try to only comprehend
in keeping our heads up right
as from a stipulated notion
and move forth within great delight
for we have conquered our devotion
like a small ant prepared to fight. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem