Through death and dispare,
hate and anger
anguish and oblivion
emerges something pure,
unscathed, unharmed,
untouched by the evil
which lies so near
its beauty and elegance triumphs over all
it lies in all of us
deep within
a priceless gem yet to be mined,
only to be reveled with great time and effort
by the true holder of its grace
once attained never to be relinquished
and the prosperity that proceeds it is....
truly magnificent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you the one from the Steve Miller song. That's a good song! Good poem by the way! S.