An open window beside an empty desk
Where an open book lies as still as the chest
Where has he gone
So cold with the breeze
Leaving behind remanence for all to see
Crooked branches stretch free as he
Turning with the pages of history
Destiny stands gleaming like a throne
Where he stands along the pavement of eternity alone
Stretching far from sea to shore
Wonder if he knows what's in store?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some have eye's just like that.