The winds of time
have tossed and turned our love.
Through a story yet to be told
a reality that needs to unfold.
We tried to stop the hands of time
but repeatedly the bells still chimed.
Now, just when we believe
the storm has passed
a new wind takes it's place.
Leaving but only a memory of your face.
Blowing the waters of the wild sea
carrying you into it's currents and waves
carrying me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem