Lo my sighs
Behold my hisses;
Can't even imagine what it'd be
That in this world full of mysteries
Whence life is of a lot to ponder
And the showers of grace upon they that believe and
They who not, we wonder what'd be of them.
Yet sailing in that boat of illusionary whimsy
The Seed of our mind like those of the mustard sprout
Then we wake up only to behold the void ness of our smiles
Clamouring for a grab of the shadows of our dreams as
We dash on the empty street of laughter only
To end up building fortresses with denizen. Yet
A bit of grip shall be the shinning smile of providence to they who truly strive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the last three lines are very effective in passing the message! well written!