with joy
and trembling hand have capture
your joyful heart;
the perhaps turn
into a grateful laugh of landmark
of scars statue of hope
leaving those memories
the painstaking
of dream
wild and true that swept down
from the hurt of pain
leave the lent of
beginning and leads my fate
to glorify your name
find me the door to elude
those scented
fume of heaven, difficult yet!
fulfilling to thirst
twist not my focus
I still find the way to grow
as to comfort
my lapses to be near
with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice! Finally, after eight days since I posted my first poem, Poem Hunter has allowed them to be activated. I have six poems, three of which are limericks. My latest is " The Doctor's Verdict" , just posted a few minutes ago.