There’s a road that carries
A curse
Through a canyon few dare
Traverse
Through the nightmares bound
To the oaks
Where the spreading branches
Lie low
There the shade of the trees
Is shadow
There flowers are tied
To the oaks
When leaves rustle in the wind
Overhead
Like misty voices lost
Of the dead
Like the memories that cling
To the oaks
Here on the road
They vanished
Whither do they lie?
Many have wished
They held the secrets known
Only
To the oaks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the format of this poem and the way it leaves you wanting to know more. -Storm