Shush now...soft steps...
Soft words...
There is to be a child.
Every child
Within this child...
Father of the Man...
Keeper of Universes...
In big, soft eyes
Is Eternity.
Whether Christmas
Is in your land,
Or not...
Still, children will
Be born to your
Land...
They own Forever.
Be at peace
This Night...
Every Night....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely, it is kind of peaceful.. thank you