fate is running late makeing a mistake
that leads you to the right place life
takes shape in that persons face always
finding the best escape knowing your safe
no hungry for your heart is filled
time means nothing forever is to short
to relize that heaven is indeed on earth
when the world stops turning stands still
thats when you know its all real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fate is something written upon our faces but we can't see........