Soundly anticipating what is waiting around the corner,
listening intently to whispers of heavenly voices, talking
and telling me what lies in my future.
Walking forward, touching nature in visions of beauty,
holding them closely, never letting go of their lovely forms.
Stepping tenderly into the sunsetical horizons of the finality
of my earthly life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem