the strings of the puppeter,
will pull the cup of life side to side, ,
the handshake of friendship,
a spoon that stirs the flames of lights,
the puzzel that crumbles the strongest,
words,
that ballard of the love song that soars the,
hawks eye of the human heart,
so sensor the soul that is in the,
graceful arms of the world outside,
your heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life does feel like we all puppets on a string, this is so well written yet again from this poet.