Better make it our world
Where no one lords the other
We parley and combine brawn
You refuse to outwit me
You cannot judge my future
You donot decry me past
You let me swim undisturbed
In the river of my soul
When I shake off the harness
And reach for the golden gates
When I breathe the drought of air
That sifts in through the window
When I take your hand in mine
As we skirt the brambled bush
When we loll in the evening
We become more truly one.
When I shake off the harness And reach for the golden gates When I breathe the drought of air feel free to write more with this cool moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful.. two become one... splendid