Changes are coming.
No easy task ahead.
Like the world doing a cartwheel
and turning on it's head,
and all the thinking will fall out,
To the cold ground to be bared
and bled.
Somehow, though,
the cartwheel complete,
New thoughts fill in the soon to be crazy, empty head.
(12.1.8 Mix It Up!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very welll written i love how you wrote the ending you did this well.. Krista