Is there no magic left inside our soul,
Where other's do as people should.
And I must think these people good,
No god to speak for me, no god for you.
You were the heart inside my soul,
My chest was safe and warm.
Trapped in the pool are fish I see,
And the tide has gone out with me.
A battered coast, tossed covered in sand,
Storm after storm have been lost on me.
It's not bitter nor sour the salt I taste,
For all that have gone, the ocean is now at peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant piece of writing. Really nice! !