the soul witness my desire and the beginning
of my contentment lies down of what my life has
done, the past have already gone and wait for
another time that it will be done
none comes new, but everything goes old, what
makes it so pleasing to see and feel the tenderness
await welcoming the desire of once the heart in
viewed
it is a kind of magic that seems real to touch and the
hearts depart; like castle in the air, building though
its not there, the magic that you can't smile but you
know that you are here
just close and capture the harmony of the past as
it resembled in the heart that wish, to be in reality of
what your ecstasy would be, nay the soul wouldn't
close the journey it showed the wonder of time
that exists in the mind it resists
make your whole self reflects, like your spirit that
rejoice in good tiding it cheers, the wonder of your
dream in your great wish to come true...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem