My heart,
bloody hands,
my gift,
not ready for.
Tears washed the blood away.
Strength helpsheart to carry on.
Soul begins to search again.
Silent prayers to soften the tears.
Lessen the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice a sad poem dear why all this sadness all the time why search for your ma and da all the time you believe in prayers and god then leave it all in his hands a lovely heart wrenching poem +++++++10 anjali (today is my day of crying)