Looking back through the years, feeling the innocence and
purity still being held preciously within.
Knowing it will never leave, because spiritually my soul
will never let it go.
Being a part of my essence and fiber of this human life,
always accessing it interiorly.
A tantalizing storehouse of lively energy that keeps me
going incessantly through the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem