i have no need to speak,
and nothing left to pray for.
no more mountains to climb,
nothing left to conquer.
no stars to name,
no wings to try.
no door, and no key,
no fire to tend.
no truth to uncover,
and no candle to light.
i am resolved...
the wind is still!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write.