pull the wool over the tears of a waving
eye
tear the light away from the curling heart
move the centre's earth over the whitewashed
mind
search the wind a darkness child
reach a hand for a bottled soul
open the pages of a broken book
a picture appears of a loveless-love
tough roads ahead
rough bends behide
not alone all alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem