Walking out from the darkness and into the warm sun feels so great,
When the wind blows against my rough cheeks it feels like water going through the Sahara desert when it's the raining season.
when the sun goes down I start to cry, but when I see the moon I begin to laugh, only because the moon smiles at me.
I feel Iike I haven't opened my eyes for along time only cause I've been in the darkness for so long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem