here, there and everywhere, there's something to think about, something to compare. Now and then, it happens again, when I win or I lose a battle in the end. Too subject to my ways, I believe I need a change, and I very wise mind with very wise...friends. It's hard to pick and choose, but if no one chose, what would have been there to lose? Or maybe it's just the calling of destiny, the will of the God-head Trinity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem