The abundance of rain troubles my ears with signs
Distant, distinct, now visible and touchable
Peace my soul, I say peace and rest
What is penned in indelible ink is secure
Peace my soul, I say again peace
That which is handy will tarry no more
Peace, peace, I say peace.
(Tuesday 16th June,2020,4.06pm)
'What is penned in indelible ink is secure', i love this line. A masterpiece with a spark of genius.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This precious poem is printed, definitely, in indelible ink.