And you are the life ever bright....
You are the gift of own giving
and you are the spine of living being
immense love together in one
hardly ever we separated to dither...
So is the life we have to live
organise a mountain else a mole
when the paradox of life opened the devil
your gift of life is the paradise will...
Storms of life lift you to hell
and the ruthless rain wash you to trench
and the cruel night search you as devil
and the people around make flames bound...
You are the gift of own giving
your lap is the one my heads rest
and you are the spine of living being
and you are the life ever bright....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem