Wanders..
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Lovelorn days and nights.
Dreaming the time away
For that special woman
To cross my path
Along the intertwining crossroads
Of existence.
Fork in the crossroad.
Which way should I go
Snip! Snip goes the marionettes' strings
Allowing one to move unheeded
Guided by the eternal book of fates
Upon this ceaseless interlocking destinies
Of so many varied number of existences,
One wonders,
Existence being as vast as it is
And we in turn are so miniscule in size and nature.
We are each in our own way significant,
Leaving behind a rippling impact
Upon the tumultuous seas
Bordering said crossroads.
No matter how big or small
The 'skipping stones' are
There is a ripple left in our wake
Paralleling our steadfast journey forward
Towards whatever futures lay before us
Along the distant horizon line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem