Things are changed really; I can hear it in the air
No river of fortune makes us happy, unless
we are cherished by the memory.
Depressions are only friend of loneliness
Sky remains silence and the Hope.....
Days are breaking upon the shore...but
I m on my little boat, Crossing the wild Ocean...alone...
Unknown of the distance; untold of the destination - but keep moving on.
In each moment I pray to God, dun no why,
Inside my mind: So far so good, So far so good...So far...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem