The hurt and scar's you bring to me,
But by my love could heal.
Open out for all to see, through what
My heart can hold.
However many sparrow's there once we're,
Have flown off with the breeze.
Lift my neck and lift my head, I see
Each tree and bush as they are seen.
I've touched that spot that I've not touched,
In song that flower's bring.
Is in my touching love, the love, I've brought
A scar that I must bare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is so good, I am not sure I can get to its depth. I see the lament for the love gone where only left overs remain. I love the fact that there is a lease that remains so the feeler can go back and look even though it is just remains. It is like when we have lost a loved one to whatever, we feel so lost and forget the lessons and laughs that once were. I felt this poem was trying to get us to redeem the past in some way. Thanks for challenging our minds with this subject. Very well written.