It tears so easily,
It was constructed by herself,
to fit inside her jar of clay, that way.
You gives it life, as such you takes away.
It lives confessed inside the many,
knowing grace.
Regina, save it from it's self, the many strings.
It's name has never, was so hidden from the blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write iip...10+++