A new beginning, bridges~
Morning crosses over you, never a mistake.
The struggle for recognition, edges,
Afternoon rebellion always swears of injustice.
The day's remains, ridges,
The infinite night celestial trumpets the arisen~
God after all, never complains, within reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bridges and edges.. one has to read many times to understand your words and expressions. thankyou for this great poem. you stand original among poets in PH. thank you. tony