Earnestly waiting for its return...
its wholeness be remade
at before it was given to you...
and thus it was burned
and now just at an unknowingly wait
return if what means nothing to most
but everything to one
meaning nothing to even the bearing host
but a prize to they who won
what is spoken many may know...
many may interpret
but to the writer its only felt not shown...
All will end... at the beginning...
once its truly kept...
4-1-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem