It's now late
wheels of fate
grinding round
touching ground
ropes unwound
chains unbound
hungry hounds
turned around
answers found
men surround
battleground
holy gown
burial mound
wheels go round
without sound
heaven bound
prophets write
exhort expound
to astound
It's now late
wheels of fate
grinding round
touching ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glad that the wheels of fate are now running smoothy for you, dear Liilia