Tell me not mournful sky of your grief,
You poured rain like daggers.
I pound my chest for I am all forlorn,
For worthy is none to be your relievers.
Your gleaming veils I behold no more,
Nor your beaming light reflecting the shore.
But, never will I be disheartened,
As long as you unfold for another day,
I am strengthened.
I am a dreamer in this pair of shoes,
The path dared travelled by few I choose.
Though you may not cast your light to
be my beacon,
I will go on. I must go on.
You may not bear with me as I make
for a journey,
I’ll take heart in each stride for my dreams
are with me.
Time takes life and youth away,
So, in this pair of shoes I’ll fly and stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem