IF I COULD SEE MY OWN SADNESS/ WAKING AT THE END OF THE DAY
If I could see my own sadness
Waking at the end of the day
And if I could hear the sorrow
Of my own hidden voice
Then I would pray
The prayers of
All the morning
With the dreams of the night
And the Beauty
And the Love
Of the prayers
Would rise up to the heavens
And save all of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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