May I cry for a silent minute.
Lost feelings have found space.
Gone to the winds last song.
Meadow larks fly to a lost place.
Our planet fallen, from GODS grace.
Goes onward into timeless space.
Let me find lost songs of yore.
A whistle blows, by the church door.
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JESUS SAVES
lovely..how would it be if the world slips out of the graceful hands of god..th feeling is brought out well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like ‘Auto-Writing’ and God’s love comes in ‘yore tune’ if we like to listen [not hear] Ten… [highest here but very meager for the poem] Ms. Nivedita UK