The direction of men
cannot be contained by the
limits of their imagination;
the beauty of time is not
determined by our feelings;
if love was meant to be blind
in a place we didn't understand,
let life lead us consciously to
the purity of our dreams.
Freewill cannot be expressed in
a sheltered place;
our minds is to be our guide in
a place we can't seem to assimilate
ourselves;
If life is to be a challenge in the
remote areas of our existence;
let there be light in the beginning
of our thoughts....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem