Patterened after an ailing..sinking ole' man
Borrowed upon the stored thoughts
Linking the years soldered together
Entrusted into the passion of the unforseen
Sometimes the vision comes in any direction
Leaving the winds of the unknown
Guided into the mouths
Of the overfed angels
Stop tryin' to save me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem