Divided.
Lost in darkness,
To hide are some.
Those in Sun...
Have always walked.
They never run.
Enjoying the exposure of enlightenment!
As those afraid of their own shadows...
Await for messages that deceive,
While those delivering are left pleased.
Leaving the few observing the deeds they do...
Wishing the many veiled in confused delusion,
Spent more time with their heads out from under
Smothering sand and molds they make to fantasize!
Choosing to see things as they are.
Instead of selecting to see them...
As they are told they are meant to be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is very good It is well written