The dawn awaits
with little breaths.
It shows me colours
of other depths.
My eyes I open
Trembling so.
I’m afraid to look back
- Where do I go?
The storms I see.
I’m used to them.
Then lightness came.
I don’t know when.
The dawn awaits
me and my light.
It wants me to know
that now I’m alright.
(Itajai – 24 January 2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem