Every day is a blessing
But suddenly it’s hard to breath
The tree of life slowly dies
And air no more its death
The water, fullness of life
Now gone and dried up
Leaving the scares hive
No sign of love but empty cup
Dreams keep fire burning
The spirited seeking refuge
But the world found nothing
Pale and gray deluge
And the woman gives birth
The first born and fall of all
Flesh and bone of earth
Life and death her soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
can't put into words how great i find this poem.. keep it up.. :) 10