Staring through the cracks of Paine
Unto the unknown yards of mystic
There in the shadows shall play
A minstrel's melody of rebirth
And as ears hearken unto it's noise
A tune remembers it's last call
As leaps of dance hath new refrain...
Staring through the invisible wall
A singular blade defies all rules
Shunting forth in it's own accord
Unto a deep seeded root of discern
One can only notice the rains fall
As this singular beckons unto it's call
And sprout forth despite its odds
And the fight nature hath installed....
Can it be that eyes only see
Or is the miss a truth of mystery.....................
COMMENDABLE WORK, GOOD SIR..PRISTINE STRUCTURE TAKES CENTER STAGE.... ~ F. j. R. ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agree with Patricia and Frank here.... so fine! HG: -) xx