Where to in hide from horror of life
If not in haven of my heart
Where in fountain
Is my faith
And there is niche for my pray
Where my love
In winter of all
In his spring
Still plays
There is
The heaven of my god
In chest I hold
In my heart
So inhale
The faith
Let possess this
Positive light
In whole of life
So in lit the pass
To pass the dark
To- in upper heavens
Of our god
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I would like to translate this poem
nice poem. nice message. lovely work dear. happy every breath, may you have.