sometimes...
we fall rock bottom
bruised
broken
reduced to smithereens
we look afar
weary
dazed
somewhat stoned
but
beneath the hazy morrow
we see God's genius
if only we wade through
beyond the melancholy
of it all...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amazing arvin... good shot... wanna beer?