to wash the pains away from the soul
of yesterday mood
to fake a smile on the face of sadness
to watch the black words from the heart
of anger
to guide the warmth of love from a heart
of stone
to move the right of comfort to the arm
of a hurting mind
to understand the sorry that never heals
the turth
my mistake
will never happen again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being true to yourself if the first part of hope - in that way you might know what you are looking for. A 10