Every thing that hit me
born a war
rivers of mysteries
flows into a sea of questions
When you think you get the truth,
it allways slip
through your fingers
Day draws its force from night
life and death always woven
Birds cut the air after their laws
power of a beautiful dream
can stop the strongest storm
Night time I get off the shell
and talk with the ancestors
blesse these principles
you do not know
(translated from romanian)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
kinda like it because as an Asian, these words/poems are really good to our ears.