Energy fused gently wooing hand of hand
ground still rolling leaf of life
it's edge is seen.
Sharp color of lace does feather make
our pot of sound ear with cares
are feathers in your hair.
Pearls in grace he gathers all your tears
embued the mind all eyes
such hands reach
down to you.
Structured twice both bought clouds are
singing comming home
I am to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice image of the 'RETURNING' to from whence it came! ! ! ! Lovely-if I could have voted you would have gotten a ten! ! ! ! ! ! !