In the holiest of climes
where the trees to heaven climb
.. the sweet sweet rain
turns to sour juice of lime
and the dew skysent and clement
is the source for sour lemon
So do the words of the Peaceful
Master
become the tirade of
warmonger pastors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well-written, very poignant