Are waters from the Spring of Life, 
Able to calm the pain, 
Of lost souls that in solitude, 
Search for Life's light in vain.
Souls in perpetual solitude, 
Reaching for a hand, 
To hold, to have as soothing guide, 
Thru Life's uncertain land, 
A hand that speaks of love and help, 
That always will be there, 
To give and feel and understand, 
And wipe the tears that flare.                
I can relate to the theme of this eloquently written poem. Thanks, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely. I told you in my previous comment that I like the way you write poems. And I can see that, like me, you use commas