Winds are blowing
Seas up in fury
Mountains spewing hot venom
It's all naturally mystical
Much is in harm's way
Yes, many will perish
So much as the sun rises for all
Yet many will see not its setting
For things are not what they ought've been
Still, some people's world is all sails, regardless!
16 July 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem