Our
Vow of
Honesty
Is like rain
Could make
Both insane
Cause urgent
Pain, yet urges
Disambiguation
Clearer direction
Arrows released
Goals screeched
Gates breached
Walking freely
Hands hold
Hearts own
Hurts are
Scarred
Slowly
Gone
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don; t know what I liked the most.The poem or the picture! Well.both!
Well, better if both. Thank you for appreciation, Kostas. Children could also mean those who we take under our wing and share our beliefs with. They are arrows for the world. :)