the curve of a tree
the shape of a leaf
the colors around
the scent of the flowers
the whisper of the wind
the gate to the heart of nature
the walls of the soul
the blinkers of mistakes
all ties up with the rope of passion
and lonely times
time after time the word is fight
fight for what
love and pride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem