Each life spreads its wings
To touch us with a magic
That stays throughout time
Leaving traces of itself
To memorize in our hearts
The beauty of its tenderness
These crimson threads flow
Through to souls blessed
With hope for futures held
A river that nurtures our spirit
Guides our feet on its path
As our fingers trail across lives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O I love this, flowing along in the river of life.. Andy 10