ride in blues with glamorous shade where
every blink resounded echo horn listen
as the sun goes down to rest
sound waste no time, people gather, like
X-men ready to bang anybody who wish to
fight; trembling but not afraid, happy but
not victorious for the sun has yet to close
stream patches the rock of strength, as the
river ready to take charm in the sea, many
have leaded its way, until the vintage of
time is willing to climb
tonsure zero break the innocent mind, the
child tongue rushes to speak and the feet
ready to walk, chain the riddle of sight
and quest the wisdom to go
the armor shine but the sword is dull....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found it difficult to understand but now i get it, well done