The light does bring forth life
darkness is only temporary
meant for us to rest our selves
Shrug off yesterdays difficulties
for the morrows light brings us
new hope in most difficult things
Yet the white rose fragrance
indearing to all brings forth
the sculpture of all pure things
I have at a young age
long tranceded
this mortal shell
encased it seems
that I am in
For the purity of that
which it is
When you gaze
upon it's leaves
indelibity blue printed
to pass on to others
which you will
Just but left to tend
the garden
by those whom know
the secrets of that upon
which we are
all intitled to
Only for the lack of
sight without eyes
to hear with out ears
to taste that which you smell
and so those two scenses
are intertwined
to feel
with out
touching
an impath
Pure and simple
yet with dignity
and as much
We must treat
all others
as well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem