Gold-rain!
Purple-rain,
With the truth of life;
And, with the evidence of true love,
In your heart!
In your mind,
In your works.
Life,
With the significance of love;
Cleaning your heart and your mind,
Without racism in you.
Gold-rain!
Purple-rain,
Lovely with the muse of life;
And, living in the world today,
But, wondering why mankind is now infused with the weapons of war!
Forgetting the Laws of peace from the beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem