Winds and tears,
Dwelling in forgotten fears,
In castles of silver and gold.
We are expected to do with what we are told,
We pray the angels to be on our side,
We ask hope never to subside.
Then, as the days grow old,
Our fears become stories untold,
And only thoughts of heavens come into control,
Fears, becomes the fables forever long,
With of stories of happiness and truth told.
* hold onto your dreams, they make life worth it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem