Breeze is the message
Send in the beak of the dove
By the supreme god.
It's the warning to the
Hard and ridiculous minded one
And wishes to the innocent pearls.
A change in the eyes and
The glow in the heart
Is by the breeze,
The hand of god.
The omnipresent god
Is flowing as the breeze.
It never depresses
But encourage the helpless.
But villian,
when will you understand the breeze
Of the omnipotent god?
Whatever the breeze is,
It's the secret
Of the almighty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem