Simple and exemplary, a life of poetry touching me through
the journey of a lifetime, no choice in the matter after
all.
It fits with what I want and expect to do, according to
the passion filling me with exciting desires in musical
rhythms.
Living them so concisely and simply through poetry that
is being written, moving into the future, pulling me along,
showing visions and images of what will be soon enough.
Unable to change what will happen, accepting it fully,
knowing it's meant to be after all, there's no use in
fighting a losing battle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
change tactic when losing a battle.. maybe ceasefire to regroup peace talk to buy time