Blowing here and there
Your mystery hard to tear
Carrying our goods far away
Our hope dashed again
From limelight to limbo
Large as oak tree
We sow to your greenbow
And loose in score three
Imersed in your peace
That last for moments unknown
We hope to reap in peace
But we have sown to the wind untold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem