An old woman set me on a path to Wales
Where dragons roamed and Knights had homes
and wizards lived in epic poems
and maidens leapt from burning homes
I set on a path from sea to lair
and picked up strands of broken hair
I breathed in air that wasn't there
and watched as sea was pushed by air
An old woman set me on a path to Wales
where broken swords lie with dragons tales
and the waters sweet and never stale
and where I'll live and never ail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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