They just bring closer
No one's the loser
Just censor with razor
Comments that are laced
They carry with speed
Knowing the other's need
Some message to feed
The mind that is graced
They set their own trend
Some feelings to lend
A grazed heart to mend
The soul that is raised
They succeed in spinning
The thoughts that are reeling
To dole out the feeling
That finds peace that's faced
They set their own trend Some feelings to lend A grazed heart to mend The soul that is raised --- a nice moved of life's game...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
grazing moves of the souls...with lacing thoughts on the inner green grassy meadows...graceful words Arya...liked a lot...10