The world forgets many things
Like a following river
dynamic in its views
but oh, help me God
for i will not rest
until all aspects of this world can not but say my name in awe.
For great men and women have walked these paths
paved a way of stone
and yet those who walk after them are erased from eternity.
my soul yearns to set new stones on new paths
and so be set in stone myself.
greatness is not what i seek
it is my shadow
my inseperapble companion.
in a time when man believes that all is discovered
and mystery awaits for none
i will be the herald for the great unknown tides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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