So welcomed are those of fresh voices,
Giving points of view...
From new avenues,
And unsubdued by aging thought.
The ones upon which...
Dust has settled.
With nothing gained to be taught.
Here to speak from your perspective.
Clearing the staleness...
That comforts some,
In air the reeks of molding affairs.
So welcomed are those of fresh voices,
Giving points of view...
From new avenues,
And unsubdued by aging thought.
The ones upon which...
Dust has settled.
With nothing gained to be taught.
Or teases with a brisk breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem