Walking down well-worn trails of yesterday that have fallen away, leaving very little reminders of what used to be there.
Now many pages of history have been turned and forgotten as the world turns and falls into disarray well into the future.
Prayers and thoughts lying about hoping to be expressed in vestiges of what may be left.
Hopefully decaying in lives of those who have missed their calling in this day and age, fully lost and not found anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem