dress in most graceful delightful mode, forward
in the altar, smile that capture my whole self, so true
and real, sweet as the melon in the dried land, thirst i
recount in my lips pour of moist. and i thank God
reveal the truth that in the night will always be
remembered, in the star i hang the lasting fading
touch my moment last forever, till the first child born
in the passing pain, laughter’s echo in the baptismal
pond, witness as the timeless age come to an end
now, growth touches our heart, where future await
the success and worship that last will win, wishing
every victory the prize of a big smile, leaving with no
pain though sweet and bitter gone in the courage to
stand
oh! what a mystery had always remind the heat in the
sun and catches every rain to cool the watery land,
forward little rain the rainbow you always have fun,
capture each beginning the gate of the arrow of the bow
will just come
wait and go, all is what makes you a better young man,
leaving the past with the a grandeurs of self emulation
you’re the man.................
now, growth touches our heart, where future await the success and worship that last will win, wishing every victory the prize of a big smile, leaving with no pain though sweet and bitter gone in the courage to stand --------- EVER lovely and touching..well constructed and formed pieces as always! ! ! 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a so well penned poem..beautiful way of telling, enjoyable read