This empty body heart and soul
hallow trees roots and all
The nearest river oh so far
we walk but never find what waits
for we are the forgotten children
Once loved by all
Now never seen by the morning light
but only by the fearless stars
We have not meaning but still we wait
for someday we have all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine and lofty versa written with clarity of mind and thought. A well thought-out piece. Thanks for sharing Taya.