From silent, magic, hopeful wood
A lot of spirits look at us,
They know about wrong and good,
They grow of fortune virgin grass.
They see all problems of the heart
And try to judge each fearful step.
They are a wisdom, heaven`s part.
We cannot find the wood on map.
One man was going through the wood
Without wings and open mind,
He saw his life and understood
His acts by nous have been cried.
He was upset, his life`s the hell,
He`d died before the death came up,
His heart was horror often fell,
His soul swam in holey tub.
And one of spirits smiled to him,
He stayed so close and took his hand,
He told 'With you all angels swim,
They don`t destroy but kindness hold.
Right now I look into your eyes,
And see your way has not been done…
You`re loved by us for your surprise,
Your life was reach but never mone.
Today you shouldn`t be afraid
Of us because we think you start
Your life again, like angels said,
They will of you spiritual part'
The voice was quit and flashed light
Turn back the soul of the man
To live again on people`s side,
To be of angels closest fan.
Today he`s started a new way
Forgive his friends and found his love,
What can I else by story say…
Just read it, think and that`s enough.
''Today he started holly way Forgive his friends and found his love, ''.......................the poem ends with the optimistic notion of life....the angel blessed him and guide him to lead a holy life....................the phraseology of the poem is notice worthy '' the virgin grass'' is one to give an example of this.
You are a really good storyteller in poem writing...hahaha...like it a lot :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is simply superb as you displayed your magnetic touch with spirits. It is too good and beyond the words of expression..... They are a wisdom, Heaven`s part. We cannot find the wood on map.