In the cold morning after the winter rain
With the sudden sun beautifully opening new worlds
I contemplate my own absence of destination
How young and free are those on the road setting out
While I with all the time in the world
Let my soul sink for a second in sadness and regret
Only to have the beauty of the light lift my eyes in hope
To the newly blue - white sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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