Coming home to myself
a state of being.
A father & daughter never known
each other....
As the days of happenings transfer.
A secret of the past.
An indifference to GOD....
But he who calla the shots of
life & death.
Not a mystery to be
seeing in heart.
Touch by the angels of GOD.
Pt.2 later.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem