Second chances pull themselves from mires of tragic
circumstances, fixing sights on shores of tomorrow's sunrise.
Silent sayings, bringing miracles to light with breaths of
rainbow intelligence, never interfering with innate talent
as it grows beyond reaches of earth's horizons.
Settling on deserts of beginning thoughts, allowing an
increase in perturbed ideas wanting an outlet for creative
intuition and life's purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem