As I wandered along the paths
They were there just out of my grasp
When it seemed I could reach and touch them
They disappeared into the scrub at their end
So onward I tread trying to get back home
But where I am is not well known
The sky is red and I can't find the sun
I wish this journey would have not begun
I remember the cliff so near as I stumbled to the edge
It seems as I went down I struck my head on the ledge
And now I can't remember anything or my name
Or why the sky is red and the sun is not the same.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no no no you do remember the name sky sun cliff and so you are just the same after the fall you may have become lame or its colour blindness now to blame first visit a doctor your do if you know his name else you will be red and sun not dead as yet