The shadows moved across the sky...
The men standing by...
strangely looking at the shadowy shapes formed..thoughts beyond...
wondering what comes of their destiny...
will it be grand
or bestowed with sorrow...
if it will be free or enchained...
if not today it could be tomorrow
but destiny...is majestic, playful..scary
.....thats destiny
a sight of the could be tomorrow..
one may be i could dream..day by day
week by week....
who knows what occurs..what life may seek...
it is detiny we seek...
destiny...our dreams of destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have read all ur poems madam, and all were so thoughtful, ur poems are really magical