Freedom settles where pain and anger had once set in.
Looking on, feeling helpless, wanting to do any little
thing, finding just being there is all there is.
Where life and death begin to meet, friendship moves
on to a deeper plain, so too, the hearts which move them.
Friendship longingly defining life, built upon the
thresholds of love, ending up more pure and beautiful
than marriage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem