gentle down the lane of sweets
careful down the road of candy
power down the path of love
rough over the waves of hate red
next the scare of race
pulled apart from bruise's and fist
walk the fine line of happiness and sadness
memories of fights and blood
guide the heart and mind over the
gardens rainbow
spray the body with kisses from
the tender lips
force the past into a box of sour mints
lock the lock with the key of sugar
and pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trying to live past the hurt can be hard but is well worth the effort required, then maybe one will be able to realize the goodness in life. A 10