in a lonely soul are words
a heart that bares the worst and end
the mind of bubbles and jumbles
a cross of knives and stones
carve the way to the door of life and
death
control the whispers of lies and hate
as the bays of hope floats along the
shores of dreams
time to open the lines of old and new love
don't fear the wrong and right way of
you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
control the whispers of lies and hate as the bays of hope floats along the shores of dreams time to open the lines of old and new love don't fear the wrong and right way of you......so touching and impressive bearing lofty theme. A beautiful poem nicely executed.10