tell me who makes you gentle
it is you she confesses
tell me who makes you graceful
it is you he says
tell me who makes this world a better place
for us to live and not have any worry at
all what is next
what is tomorrow
whether we falter or fall
it is us but they are not uttering it
they only hold their hands
now without fear
treading upon a path
of thorns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem