Blest of wind to blow my mind,
The drummer boy is in town to tell you a story;
But Effah will help me to understand his muse.
The wind of change to sweep my feet,
For the lonely birds are about to sing a song;
And to mow the exposed grass on this love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is quite stunning in its simplicity...thank you Edward....Fi 10+++