Eyes of eyes look to see if anyone advise, to a sound mind and alive; the picture do the people stop to realize what in the picture, the world of dream land everyone sinking in sand, not really walking with a dimensional path with plan to leave the land, the picture is painted clear; may I have the review to see if any one do believe through... the picture every one walking by not acknowledging the big picture, to see the big picture it a fixture with sweet sweeper...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem