Beauty flourishes within us
Like an April flower
Faces depicted in a crowd
Making him upstairs very proud
His identity portrayed in every soul
Beauty in which God himself couldn’t measure
For we are made in his image
To uphold the stories he told
We are like his disciples
We continue to pass on his name
This really is no game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a true verses revealed...well expressed...well penned...nice...10