I'm scared of its possibilities,
Signs are inevitable; my heart competes on teh deep-truth,
The rain shall fall; it is,
Frighten of the stars turn unreachable.
A very moving Greek gift,
Greener pasture will take into,
Lightning and thunder will take the gap,
Sun-dance; i will call Apollo.
Be shrewd and open a new window,
Leave a trail; never miss,
Be stunned for the coming chances,
Breakthrough; Zeus forbids.
May 23,2013
4: 53pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem