Save time and learn from my sweet muse of love,
For i was born with the vision of love;
And, today, i am a prisoner of love.
I will walk through your village seeking for you!
Like the muse of the herb man next door;
With coffee and tea set on the table of peace,
Like the leopards of Africa seeking for a resting place.
I was born with the vision of love. Nice poem on the reminiscence of love. SYLVA-ONYEMA UBA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The table of peace! ! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.