Is the first beginning
always the most fresh one?
Or is there a certain novel
pleasure in starting all over again?
With all the experience - sweet and sad
Of everything that is good and not so bad.
There is a greater thrill in hoping against hope.
When time strangles innocence,
It reinforces courage.
Perhaps, only then you really begin afresh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem