I have a season going forward not backward,
I have the stunt of centuries not mere decades,
I have all fists in the world for me as I hope more,
And I have every single peace for every world.
Every world is then every place on Earth
That I own in sincerity. For everything is free
And I dream of Me, forever.
Yet seasons are to be fearsome and learned
Just as I learn of Me, forever.
Eternity knocks at my door, unfortunately.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem