Often times you wonder.
"What if? "
"I make my own fate and I can rest below the light".
Other times you wander.
"This fate is mine and I cannot rest, I shall fight".
But what if?
Your journey is set in a script of pure water.
So you shall be restless and breathless, a Wonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Stavros. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.