To the sound of words when spoken
all can see.
Help me be inside the book golden
hued forever cover bound
inside of you.
Stitched in mind where those may find
a path not narrow where all
can stumble on.
Lips of beauty words do flow endless
river tide effects
my soul.
Paying close attention watch all grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is very original and it is beautiful... Tsira