I am searching for the poem, which addresses my life.
It should be a carefully written simple device.
Started when I just came about, after mother’s torrid delivery.
Simple with steps, and verse that wept, with strong inheritance.
Not to wordy or ongoing as it might, but with a type of shared
limiting to enhance this passage of right. Don’t know where this
world might be such a poem, perhaps it is written with my life,
or scribed in a stone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very subtle longing....beautiful lines lovely to read such good work. best wishis ritty