First and second
Colliding in battles that thunder in skies
And shake those lesser
A continuous struggle
While others watch through vitreous barriers
All leading up to our first and second
They go hand in hand
And walk the world on a razor-thin edge
Dancing in circles
Crippling the world
It may help or hinder
But in the end a quest none the less
Will you win or not
Will you fall for second
Or will I be your winner
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful presentation of your inner thoughts! An amazing poet you are, no doubt, with a nice, poetic name!