The good samaritan was surprised
to find me singing,
when he came back
the innkeeper gave him gold:
the closer I get,
the more I know
I'm going home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. I don't have any comment, just 'Wow' - awesome. Thanks for posting this one. I love it. Don't go home, before going to Jerusalem first, eh? This may be your best of all. (swoon) So original, so pure. Can't get over it.