On no its another word exiting oblivion
O yes its hope in sight sweet like life's first light
Whatever it is, it is.
A thousand versions of the same truth is what it is
Life is love, in the sight of grace
Flowing, filling and overflowing what separates us from
God’s slaves, a soul to keep a dream to never weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem