I fell into a wayside,
I slid into a hole,
I laid in a ditch,
while finding my soul.
I knew I was lost,
I hoped to be found,
you showed me the way,
and put my feet on the ground.
I can never repay you,
I can only hold you tight,
I found my true soul,
in a small child's 'Goodnight.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so rich, it can guide the soul back to re-existence if ever lost. It belongs in a poets preamble. really Enjoyed