The last three years,
have been pretty rough.
Forced to my knees,
but now I'm more tough.
If you look through,
my veil of sadness.
There is a method,
to my madness.
I've been searching for a movement,
for eternity.
When the answer for my yearning,
was let the movement find me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem