In my younger days...stargazing, painting perfect picture of my heart.picking flowers, running after butterflies.Inever counted the unmarked paths of my direction.it was my compass faith in love's perfection.I missed a million miles of my unseen path and faith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really wonderful poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, The Holy Man.