Waking slowly in the morning, wiping sleep from this mind's
eyes, moving into rhythms of nature, life and humanity.
Preaching songs of an existence that has been hidden for
years, not wanting serenity to be spoiled by a harsh reality.
One that usually stings and harms a heart, filling it with
forsaken moments of a broken down love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem