With fallen hearts
A dream i wrote
With witty hands
I rowed a boat
Waiting for the end
In this endless sea
A hairpin bend
That i wanted to flee
Wish I had a life
Which was less insane
Wish I had a knife
That could kill without pain
Mist in the sky
Blind folded me
Now my spirits are high
As happiness, I foresee
The dream is gone
And has taken away the pain
Now my life is a lawn
With flowers under the rain
The RAINBOW OF HOPE
can clearly be seen
And my witty hands
Have turned green....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) ! good poem... ;) ................................................................. christinedelossantos...