Gather cloth mothers wide in
wind you know smile of life
you bring.
Intuitively hope would bring a
picture bright our future
sings in you.
Found the gifts a smile can
bring even to
the lost.
Treasures of my soul would give
this sand to all the light it
holds for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty...10. Tsira