Keep the thread of my broken bones into the sack of time
Keep it well
So you will remember God when the worst day of your life
Coming without hello
Embracing the poor you in such a heinous way
And nobody could defy the black destiny of yours!
I simply love the title of this, it fits your poem so well. Beautiful work, you never fail to impress me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes that broken bones are a treasure to remember how we survived or failed in the hand of fate.... Great lines..... Excellent poetry here..