Theft, left, slept, dept, weft, wept!
This message is to the rich and the poor;
For the meditations of our hearts are now needed on this earth.
The redemption song,
The inner thoughts,
Like parishes which perishes! !
And like something very hard to understand,
But this earth needs peace more than war always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem