Poverty steps into the future, bringing with it the past
and all it's present moments.
Transfiguring mind thoughts into emotional lines of poetry,
touching hearts of many as they read and eyes fill with
tears.
Touched by the inner life of another, walking through life
as a particle of poverty and it's principles and abject
desire for familial ties.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem