Someone spoke
Without a clue,
Of who it hurt
Or what would do.
They felt fate
Would help their life,
Resolve their troubles
And free their strife.
Now it seems
They're left alone,
With no attachments,
Free to roam.
Like kindred spirits
Above the earth,
Who never look down
Through fear of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, it is beautiful, love is everything, the living breath. Fantastic poem Phillip!