Floating on forever,
Belly towards the sun.
I cant help but wonder
When two will become one.
I've gone blind from the rays
My salt skin shrivels with decay.
I do my best to calm the waters
Save my soul from drifting farther.
What a typhoon you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This may be the strangest metaphor for this kind of thing. I think it worked very well. It sort of makes you uncomfortable. But I'm not sure it's worth reading. The real purpose escapes me. GW62