Oh please help to get me.
Hey whipper-snapper be my vestige again.
Those trees are obscure, be my mirage again.
Far-flung from my kernel, be my chain again.
Oh please help to get me,
Be mine and my again.
A true Call. A! like sorry is to be not just to be said quick but must be lived.. a Call of Help needs too its rhyme and Accent of dearth! Thank you Poet! (()) ! 10++
Age! ! Mirage! With the passage of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much Poet Edward and Montik. Blessed.