The Awakening Poem by varghona poewski
The Awakening
Present stands here
with the leaves of the past,
they are to toss away, ne’er to last.
Thus, open your eyes and hear-
the bard sing about the death of fear,
Heated warriors of the sun strike with a blast
Their bodies move tumultuously, mightly and fast
They march towards the tears
and their spears are cast.
Here comes the victory against the sorrow that’ll ever last.
(sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native speaker and this is just my 4th poem)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:51:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
''Here comes the victory against the sorrow that’ll ever last'' a victory..? hopefully.. thanks for sharing your poem, Varghona Cheers