Feelings crossing many deserts through the years, taking
me through mountainous rockies and ocean depths
Letting me see what life has to offer yet never letting
me experience any of it on any plain.
Leaving me alone, next to a nothingness of blackened
embers, charred from yesterday's fire of desire.
Now lying cold and still in depths of death's chill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem