the faith i have now
is far from the faith i have
lost the time i have
is more beautiful
than anything
i have ever had
love and kindness go
a long way
i never have looked
at the world this way
Like a Rose that has
yet to bloom
in the early days of June
Never ever have i lost
my self
to something
that has more to do
like a Rose that
has yet to bloom
in the early days of June
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem