Tossed about on waters,
Rough and choking,
Raging endlessly,
Momentum carrying,
Them to shore,
Wher they break,
And white horse,
Gallop home across the land,
Desperate to escape the ocean,
But it's powerful grip,
Draws as always the escapers back,
And with it the chance of survival dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, you can just feel the raging ocean as you read this! ~~Elya Thorn~~