Destiny so pure, once simple
Whom may walk a straighter line
Dare they make an effort forward
If for them it is far from time
Grant a dream to follow elsewhere
Save each secrete for, Goodbyes
None may cross the golden borders
Until all the living, die
A rest is for the weary
This is a destiny defined
Always unforgiving
Is the same for all, alive
(11/23/2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem