By the scarred heart
Lies a sorrowful vision
By the sacred picture
There’s this guy that creates an art
Scared mourning of an unknown voice
Moves this pain
Destructed sight
For my foe’s might
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Abby, thanks for your words. You're young and new in this site but you write with impact....Your words don't merely create a wonderful, touching and wholesome composition but it also create something to remain in our hearts and through our soul. Keep on writing! Break a leg always and Congrats. Thanks, Abby. I can learn from your pieces.