The presence of wonderous steel-like forays
disintigrate members of child-like displays
High in the mountains of east asian lands
stands a likeable buddah with little demands
looking for peace with encouraging eyes
till he sees that the world has destroyed my disguise
i ask him for help and some water to drink
but he changed when he saw that the world doesnt think
so listen to thoughts, breathe into the potion
my body starts bleeding the lights of the ocean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
come to my refuge was the message of love and peace from buddha... good message of asia old.