Wind strays
Bitter days
Build yourself
Like molded clay
Attempt to stay
Reluctantly fade
Blinding shade
But powerfully made
With infinity gained
Erasing chains
But some have stained
You must sustain
Sing in the rain
Embrace insane
I'm not the same
We burned the flame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fun and well penned piece, Tyler. Thanks