Beatiful light, spill your laughter
on my skin. and sand down all
the sadness, anger, and pain.
let me feel the cut with out the blood,
let me kick this thing one last time,
let me walk away from these old toys,
then watch me fly away from this bipoler
storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem...10+++++Really I like it.: : : :