There will never be a wind.
To blow with such force.
That could remove the truth,
Away from being what it is.
And will remain to stay that way.
Long after the remnants of delusion,
Many will gather to collect.
With it to hope,
Pieces of it to put back together.
Will strengthen a defense against,
The power of truth to prevent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem