Going around with nothing to say
My anger will put the people away
They shall run and hide when i go near
They only have one thing to fear
The Wanderer
The dust clicks my boots
With a black hood at my shaded face
A smirk of slyness is what they see
Forwhich i am
The Wanderer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very mysterious indeed. Something I can really imagine.... wow this is really good 10+++ -Tyease