In thought such many shall ask my name
A feeling, A hope, shall dare they not proclaim
Subtle, like their surrounding change
All affairs that matter, Are mine to blame
Here and now begin a new, arise
From onward shall, upon the author ride
In life to death and after time
From now till then, Are part of mine
Bless all concerning a magic passageway
Unmindful care before the silent days
Of Gods and Devils, is all the same
I am forever, The Wind Of Change
(11/26/2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem