I am a tumbleweed
A mess of words
Aimless in the wind
A friend
A friend
I am a wanderer
With no word for shame
I am a traveler
Who's lost his name
Lost his name
I'm rolling towards the tower
And I'm not looking back
I'm rolling towards the tower
And I'm not looking back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing write, loved it! Repetition gives a touch of colour and a few notes of a song. Made it complete. Enjoyed the read, quite nice, thank you for share.