The soft road of love,
Finding the ways of peace and joy;
And, being backed up with the muse of the truth,
In th eland of the living.
Hot rod!
Taken off;
From the fire before it burns someone,
As the people gathered around for the festival.
Findings!
Being around;
And, being humble enough like the homemade bread,
Taken out of the oven.
Homemande,
Being around with the muse of sweet love;
And, finding the ways of peace and joy in the land!
However, poems are powers and,
They don't explain themeselves into details at time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem