Behold behold
Oh filth..despair
of moral decay
and selfish lusts
Where demons roam
And trap their prey
Desolation!
But wait,
A stirring
Rise up little one
weighted down,
in putrid slush.
Oh come sweet one
let strength surpass
Rise up, rise up
oh then you will shine!
Dredging through.
press on little one..
through grasping hands..
let not you falter.
Oh to breathe..
inhale so pure.
See it..see it..
the Light above.
Stretch up..Oh reach..
explode thy beauty! !
Such beauty..Oh beauty..
Behold..Behold!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is fascinating and beautiful imagery, Sharon.