The mind is blind but still so kind
The mind is mine but still runs some times
The mind is a temple of the past
Of things that one wants to last
The mind has power that can out last
All things from the past
Always with good there is still bad but the mind can make you
Sad but none the less the mind is a friend
That will always help you in the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem