Read to me, what I cannot see
Those are the words from one who's heart is pure
Such ancient letters, of a foreign language from the past
Speak words of such a true, deep meaning
My heart was tuched, my mind it learned
My ears filled with the sound of a voice that read to me
I observe the art from an ancient time
Storing its beauty within my memory
Read to me, what I cannot see
Those are the words of one who cannot understand what has been written
~IP23
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really good...what did you want it to mean?