I found myself in a dream alone and on a road
I swore i've seen before
I came to a spot where the road was split
and many paths were ther
but all were clouded too my eye's
and i did not know where to go
So i sit here still with all my thoughts
looking at the roads waiting watching
hoping praying that when the path opens to my eye's
I will see the path the road I choose that will lead me to your arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beatiful poem Troy...thank you for sharing it...