The Eyes of the Soul are never
blinded or closed
As long as the blood of a life
continues to flow
You will never find eyes more
patient or kind
They guide you through the recesses
of your mind
Unbind them and let them
wander free
And see what only your soul
is able to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They were simple rhymes, try putting a little more thought into it.