alone in the darkness of the woods
collecting its many goods
waiting for the little red riding hood
to save me from my solitude
darkness all around me there i stood
too bad nobody could get me out
when my soul is passing draught
and im still in a bout
with the life's killing spot
people say of me faithful and others im a stout
but according to my dream im only a spout
walking alone looking for the sprout
which will save me from this world
That is one brilliant poem. We all fight the same battle in our lives...maybe not always in the woods, but we do.
walking alone looking for the sprout which will save me from this world inspiring lines, how small are the things that can save us brilliant, keep up the good work
You know what, when we listen to what we hear inside we be more stronger than what we hear from outside...In the wood never let you away from people because wood will provide you a home if u build one, warm you in chimney when you colder in winter...so maybe living in wood call someone to come and join you when you use wood to create a big space for other, warm to share _Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I couldnt have said it better myself