It is a beacon who beckon me
It hasn't made feint and fee
Be mind fecund make worthy hand
It's able to repair life's wellworn
Win the welkin conquer the land
Life is sword you ought to sworn
It's a journey of joy and sorrow
Have to abide habile in dark
Feel alive the desires barrow
Where yo go remain the spark
You may trap attract by the myth
You may slip on posh road
But stand and travel with faith
You may only your inner goad.
on_9/3/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem