We are all one
And our soul is one,
The rarest of the rare,
And the rarest grace.
The soul has no shape,
No direction to go,
And no where to stay.
We are all one,
And we realize
Our vision should be
Glorious infinite.
We are bright and
We are brave to
Catch the truth of life.
''We are all one, And we realize Our vision should be Glorious infinite.''... true..... and I find it a unique thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very amazing drafting shared definite. Brave bright soul feels truth.