arrows thrown carelessly
freely,
wind of change
the judge, the force
swiftly speaks;
“what you see in me
is
what you see in you; ”
illusion, chains drag the soul
beneath
holding the key
to
moment’s wrist
yet
the voice within
guides
soul to keep afloat
heart’s elation
in
sheer inspiration!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it =) I am a fan of storms, and how you pull the symbolism into this poem. Keep it up!