i lost my christ the one i take to the surf
the ones i like to remember
fragments that form the tapestry i love
to thread the journey
the inside of me
peace available harmony prevades instiling a sort of desire for redeeming quality satisfaction
the emotional rollercoaster was over, the fool was no more
a sort of surgical operation designed the internaloperation
it became a result orientated victory
construed the water off a ducks back element
producing what was meant to be an apologetic affair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem