Like death of a deer sonnet of a parel a home a home im coming home
dear love onces
ready or not I confident deeper then sin the wake of wake of what
fear is to leave
a way dear if it is rain
delivers of light chao void lost of sheeper
what light is to bright to fight such
fear is it for yean to reach to suggest to dear sake
looking onto a path look at hate learn of pathness and for turn is
this evil
something to tamper with or to turn of head
weapon poistous and words shaves who is one to turn away or another a time to
face formitable foes for sake of goodness sake is this a man or
man descendant of a higher archer
let the battle raise as I hear from distant building within
the rain where do one start to question
what is this power that is start to raise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem