Are waters from the Spring of Life,
Able to calm the pain,
Of lost souls that in solitude,
Search for Life's light in vain.
Souls in perpetual solitude,
Reaching for a hand,
To hold, to have as soothing guide,
Thru Life's uncertain land,
A hand that speaks of love and help,
That always will be there,
To give and feel and understand,
And wipe the tears that flare.
I can relate to the theme of this eloquently written poem. Thanks, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely. I told you in my previous comment that I like the way you write poems. And I can see that, like me, you use commas