Our eyes is the window
where what we behold
enters our mind's meadow
to have its glow unfold
and tingle us to show
our emotions untold.
Gate way of one's shadow
reflecting even those untold
for the eyes truly mirrored
what the eyes truly behold
that only the mind can fold
and erase in the face of truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our eyes is the gift the may lead us astrey or heaven sir. I is a good poem.Keep on teaching us young stars.