My little soul sleeps
in the sweet rhythms
of an unheard lullaby.
Angels fly down from heaven
to light my dreams by night.
Fireflies coming from a distant cave
sit on my lips and drink honey.
I tell them i have a lot of love to give you.
and they listen keenly and smiligly.
Giving is holier than receiving.
(Graphic: Magic melody by Korolevatumana.deviantart.com)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The palms that are open to give are usually receiving back the blessings from above......