It is wet again!
At it was met again;
With the muse of the desire of the truth in the name of love.
Desire the trith and live in peace with your neighbours;
For, the fruits of righteousness lead to peace whereas,
Evil fruits lead to war!
Hatred makes you miss the message of the truth!
But, love heals all wounds;
Knowing your ways in the land of the living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love heals all wounds; .. and keeps us alive. beautiful thought. thank you.