So much years in the frontier
And still breathing,
This place is the awesome of the world,
Even the land wanted me dead
I remember when,
The deeper the cold soaked into my bones,
And the rain made footsteps with stings of wonders and pains
I was there a knight casting my role
I am blessed really,
I watched souls varnish
And as always I dodged the bullets
Kept my faith stronger,
And my soul brighter
I'm here today, thanking my ancestors and the one above,
The road itself was a game of thrones.
But I made it 365 over
Hi
My Name is Paris Thulare
I'm the soldier of words
And this is neither the beginning
Or the end of my story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem