Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you
to beautiful soliloquy.
Truth decays when
it is not part of divine voice.
I will swim in your eyes.
The godly hands one day will
succeed to revive the
meaning of your life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No mater the life travails, we pray for the godly hand to revive our life. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole.