That my breath counts confines
My chest, the rhyming beat defines
Of the wounds that forbid my bliss
That its hold hurt, nor the kiss
I wanna present my story to listen
And my memory fastened
I wanna speak of my bliss to your ears
And each rain dropp that wiped my tears
All the morning rise that reflects my days
And less of my tomorrows says
I wanna tell you a tale
That will leave your thought to sail
This is the story that I utter
There is more lure to gather
That my keen placids
And the hope for your eyes ellicit
I wanna tell you a story
A story of my victory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem again sister!