Parsimoniously I cleave
To the sorrowful harms
Obedient to their chains
And unyielding yarns
Remise my course
Unfetter me
Clense my soul
You hold the key
Ummmm, perhaps you mean we each hold the key to our own destiny....that in the end our happiness must lay in our own hands and not be dependent on another. Lots to think about in this one jojo....another fine write.......love, mm.xo~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short but with so much meaning..10