I let them all whom they might be.
Be whom they are and wish to be.
I can not keep them locked up with the rest.
Grace few thought
a few kind words may ease their pain and hurt.
and Love, 'you are doing what to whom
and if your not
and why i ask of you if that is your my wish to do?
Do you do it naught,
against what sight that heavy rests inside of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem