Liberation of the soul
walking with freedom hand in hand
no longer may I be captured
- left in the dark
My soul requires what was given
-to me
from the first breath,
-I inhaled
Unwritten book I was
-white pages
carved with golden threads
-nothing written
..shining light
For not a single word
could ever be able to mark
my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I had to choose between breathing or loving you with my last dying breath would leave my lips is the words, I LOVE YOU. Such a beautiful write! Randy ~*~