Is the hope a gain or loss
up ward stream is like a grass
hope we justify just a sigh
like the mothers hope of cry
is the vision is blurred of fry
is this is a hope of nonethless cry/
ooh! father you are so dear to be
like the mysterious mate & Unknown thee
like the forest covered with unknown tree
you are the pillar of hopefull tree
how we used to joy & feel to see
like a vision of tract in the hopefull sea/
how the world without you mine to be
like the cromade being to see
i thought you to be a ever thee
none & none cant see where we used to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem