Searching within the realms of earth for a heart to console my words. Sympathize with the compose of my mind awhile our souls merge in passionate love. Is is right to love everyone on earth? Or am I escaping realism that has taken over my life through the years. Ears listening upon every sound of nature that's in existence upon the surface of earth. When the birds fly up high in circles rarely can I hear their sound their composing keynotes humming their love of one another and the surround of the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem