Words the parchment sands of life
your beach will know the beauty
of each day.
Oceans slumber wives do view
churning of the parchments
breath a new.
Rushing future of the past fresh
insight among the
heavens bring.
Destiny of future sings the coming
of a king all knew
was here.
Salvation of the books most hold
a different word is
true to all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this...words are the sands we all walk on...thank you