From a distance like a bird
One could only image a land of dreams
Falling tinted sunburst autumn leafs
Evergreen pasture of a painted forest
Flickering fire dances with embers
The ochersta sound of thunderous cannons
Hailing drums of the raining shells
Smouldering ashes tangled in blind man smoke
Screaming burns echo with a lost soul of hope
Inferno oven of Wildfire closes the doors
Twitching flames flickr, fade
Whispering winds flowing haunted pride
They shall not pass
They shall not
They shall
They
'ILS NE PASSERONT PAS'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem