When your days seem sunless and nights moonless
When the skies that perch above your head is starless
And its crowded clouds cheerless
Rose! Listen to me!
When your hope wilts
And good mem'ries are thrown in thorny pits..
That pierce.. And wound.. And devour and kill them
Listen to me Rose!
Let your heart be firm..
When Legions of sorrow stampede your hopes..
When the small of your back is against the ropes
Watch yonder..over yon' hill
Tangled with the storm is a silver-lining
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful walk by words after words, keep it up for writing nice work_Unwritten Soul