The wind blows across the land,
Thoughts turn in his head,
Across the oceans into the sand,
The man makes his bed.
A journey to the unknown,
An adventure to be seen,
Yet he is alone.
A great burden he is to see,
A victory not to be,
Troubled times lie in wait,
But all he has is hate,
Will there be salvation?
Will he have a reputation?
The story has just begun.
Till then he'll have some fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem