Bring your harp.
Sing a song of love.
Dance to its rhythm.
I want to get back
the lost grace of my life.
When you sing and dance
before me in innocent gestures
grace shall fill my veins.
Sing to me and dance in tunes
of pure romance.
(I published this poem in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at a young age. I published for a long time with this second name)
Very beautiful...... When you sing and dance before me in innocent gestures
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I want to get back the lost grace of my life. this life is search for the lost grace.. Grace gets lost when we sin. very nice thoughts. thank you