As I walked down, the road one day..
A long path stretched, along my way..
Barren, empty, wasteland, dead..
A chance to dwell, on my mind's stead
I paced the floor, the wooden floor..
Creak and squeak, the crash the roar,
Of the waves, the screeching seas,
Splash and crack, the lack of peace..
I paced the grass, the meadow green...
The tweet of birds, the pale moon seen..
The whisp'ring brook, the crackling fire..
The dripping rain, my singing lyre..
I paced the land, the barren land..
Far from the place, where I once stand..
The clatt'ring hooves, my ears now hear,
I thank my mind, for reaching here.
a deep poem, yet it's understandable... you're really good... keep it up... =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't say you journey alone.. You are not alone... We are here in every step you make... Even though you have reached your destination, take not that we were apart of every path and obstacle you made.. *tweeting of binds* hahaha.. never mind... keep writing with such strong emotions..