Silent lips praying for hope that will not come to be,
yet continuing anyway.
A bright light unfolds from within, showing us the way
out of darkness if we only listen to it.
Crystalizing our thoughts, giving them an essence they
had not had before.
Solo journeys undertaken by intellect, carrying us
through imagination's realities and into our own lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem