Knowing not the iner workings of all ways
in such a thought
from me.
Never thinking hardly sleeping weeping for
the silence of all days
so lost to me.
Oceans rivers currents bringing all in time to
reach a mind in
simple need.
Willow reachs to the sky branches bare for all
my mind to
sea.
Solem are all friends I hold my heart would he
much gladly bleed such few
have seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem