Its not by design the standing up.. its the not listening cause my will is stronger than I …for being one with earth and to strive to be illustrious for most mornings is heart-breaking.. so the mind controls the now and the heart weeps for yesterday.. the injustice of obtuse those whom have but the courage to harm an angel? How can anything but a wrong be true?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem