the sky overhead
turned red
as if, there was a sign
for a storm to come by
and may be
the early breeze
was just a comfort
to reach out to you
to make you realize
the things you are to endure
is better, if you kept the breeze
in your mind and soul...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to make you realize the things you are to endure is better, if you kept the breeze in your mind and soul... a spiritual reflection which teahes the reader. thank u for your wisdom.. tony