I've walked the tides,
I've tread the water
And amongst the seaweed I've drifted,
I never really go away,
I'm just a reckless stowaway,
Returning every now and then,
To watch the sunset from the bay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pure perfection. This is poetry.
We can say a million things in a few short lines. Thanks Eddie