Its the time when I had my thoughts so far
And I believed they were straight at the time when I had them curved,
so unusual that I hid from what I deserved
Those times were rare,
When my garden grew fleurs
A shadow followed me,
even under the shadowest tree
But my strength is and was to believe
I left that shadow a far way behind and let the sun shine on me
Being a shadow in enlightment
Or shall the sun be for those under sten
Why even try,
Be on them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sanya you will be a great writer someday! ! !