Pretty little innocent smiles of a child, eyes alight with the
fascination of a world filled to the brim with an avid enlighten-
ment to be shared with others while growing up.
Feelings growing like ivy in rhythms of time in order to keep
them grounded in tacit mores of life that open and blossom in
light and darkness keeping the fire of children's minds alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem