LIFE ITSELF ENDS
Known to them is known to me now
Justice and love were brought back down
Long ago, and suffering gates closed.
Over mountains and rivers, the Christ the Lord has,
windswept my dark days into light,
Long walks of stormy weathers into short walks of
equatorial weathers.
Springs of happiness trickle down my dark face,
Dew tries of joy make me hopeful. My hair seems
darker like a peaceful night...
Good life over and over - and forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aman! Beautiful write. True feelings envoked. Thanks for sharing this. Dwayne