the river goes
downstream chocked
in hills and ghostly forests
dark like soot
miles and miles contorting
like a snake
snaking its way
through valleys and huge rocks
so is my life
like this river
appearing and reappearing
never giving up the chase
for the entry into
the desired destiny
through rocks and valleys
always rising up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem