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Sunday, 5 December 2021

The Wind Keeps Blowing - Anonymous

Through the trees the wind keeps blowing,
In our homes we sense its might.
Will the Holy Saint keep going,
Will he make it through the night?
Will he make it through the night.

Yes he overcomes the darkness,
On his horse so fierce and fast.
When he learns we long for his presence,
The Good Saint will come at last.
The Good Saint will come at last.
Anonymous (date unknown) The Netherlands
Translated by Ruben ‘t Lam
Posted by Bruce-the-Sheep at 09:52

3 comments:

  1. Ruben 't Lam21 February 2022 at 10:59

    Bruce: Thanks for including my translation in your poetry blog. After all, poetry only exists by the grace of an audience. I hope your visitors will enjoy! Ruben

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    1. Bruce-the-Sheep22 February 2022 at 13:43

      Thank you for your kind words, Ruben - and for your translation work too :)

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