A I offer a penny for your thoughts
Paramount && Bold enough
To no comparison
And in every battle and every scar
Tha leaves no promise
That i'll live up to my hopes
So i write of what i know
And maybe..if only maybe
Some day our hearts
Will meet in these sacred words...
Struggling with sweat and tears
With debts and dead pride
Of nature's scorching anger
I heed to the days
When the rain would and maybe will fall again freely
On these emiciated hills
Of my darkened heart
From a penny of my thoughts I hope
That the gift of Age will colour my world
In deep and rich verdant green...
I walk like a stranger
In my own world
With a bewilderment and to
Torment any soul
That tries to differ with my ways
Hoping that my greed will be replaced with goodness
Despite my weakness...
But i stay in love with my life
For it's the very blood
Running through my family veins
And by each passing day i hope
That the nature's wise ways
Will whisper their secrets
To ease all my pains
And return to my new ways...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you have used your words and maybe..if only maybe you continue this way you are a great poet. Keep up Paul.