Within each day a smile shall be born,
for, upon your face shall there never be a scorn,
Joy to sadness shall pass each day throughout life;
yet, only that which we chose can cause feelings of strife,
Seeing daily skies as they appear stormy or clear,
Heavens waltz, the same for feelings in which we bare,
Rainy, stormy. - - one moment passing will feel great.
The next moment the only feeling sensation is hate,
Perception or mood ss shall be yours in which you only control,
as, each loves or hates; but, not similiar to a fictional troll,
The hate of a moment shall boil or cry;
for, everything shall always be emotionally seen and to thyself one shall never give up and always continue to try.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem