you said
i am too good to be true
the things i do
you cannot comprehend
the words i utter
you do not understand
the ideas i expressed
were out of this world
but hear me
my voice is of the wind
touch me my flesh
is there on the sand
seek me..
i am with the breeze
my heart is with the dew
that sparkle within the kiss
of the morning sun
and my mind is there
with the moonbeams and the starlight
yes ia am real as you
i am not magic
i am a true man
only that i am different
for my vein is made of care
and my mind is a river of love
i am a man
morn hard to die
raised to survive
wahtever it maybe wherever it will be
whenever it may come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem