that lives apart
no touch can bruise
its holiness heart
it's thought of in heaven
a beautiful sight
when lines break even
odds end up in scratches
the lightning on the palm
that each freedom matches
finds its purpose calm
beautiful hand outreach
and a soft voice a final speech
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Miroslava I just love this one. I see it is very new, glad I didn't miss it for many months..