the soul is the royal yellow in egg
it requires god's blessing to reveal
the glory of heaven, to begin life
when his warm hands are not there
the egg would fall into eternal damnation
holding a hell of foulness to repel even
the holiest of angels out to save souls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
JOHN...I like this piece a lot..within... it holds much to muse upon regarding life & destiny...Solid Work, my friend. F.J.R.