Donate your eyes ere it's too late
many aspirants are waiting at your gate
someone will love to see through these
they will forever bless you
as you please
the blind ones
they must have done so
the blind
my lovely eyes someone will also find
when of them we have no need
below the earth we will lie indeed
but a lucky one will see and learn to fly
imagine his happiness just try
your eyes are for me
and mine are yours
as long as we live
but hopefully
then someone else for these will long
as our eyes
no more to us will belong.
complex but fascinating images on life love and death... I congratulate you on this hall of mirrors........ TS
Donate your eyes ere it’s too late many aspirants are waiting at your gate. someone will love to see through these, they will forever bless you, as you please, the blind ones they must have done so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great message, loved this poem.