My thankfulness for the sacred text
you have engraved on my obelisk
The hieroglyphics carved means so much
In my journey to the seven seas
You stood to be my beacon on the storm
You stood as a tree seeing my history
Thanks once again for the friendship
Painting my days really worth remembering
oh what a wonderful way to say thanks, Catrina. This is much like a rope running in a spiral on a pole, weaving its way, seeking new heights, new heavens, reaching joy and peace. This is heavenly, Catrina
journey/seven seas/storm/beacon- all lock well inside this good write...10
dear ct, your poems are beyond comments........ how many red flowers on your poem list...great.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent treat. Enjoyed very much Ten++ dr.sakti Cordially invite to page ds