Sky blue eyes, laden with love,
the nourishing wardens of mater and healer.
Eyes filled not with malaise, tribulation, or pain.
but the envoys of tranquility, benevolence, and love;
What the Lord has created she will never see,
For her eyes are blind;
but she is not invisible;
Her humanity is her light,
everlasting,
as the aurora stars...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet another well written piece. I like your style of writing. Annette.