M-ake our life delightful,
A-dding a glorious bliss;
E-nd the precarious situation, wait for the heavenly promise.
Q-uest for the pure pleasure,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
I-t's reserved for everyone,
S-adness shall pass us by.
M-ay twenty-third early morn
U-ses the beacon's powers;
N-o lonely moment is sensed,
D-elightful life is
O-urs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's really our choice, to be happy or not. :) thanks, Bernard! :) a 10 of course! :)
Thanks, CHE... it's my choice to read your comment..... a big like++++++++