That desired whims and wants place.
Where behind me all I have you left.
Hard pointed, sharp brilliant facets.
Squeezed, I feel the pressure of life.
Responsibility of age,
life has come to where death is gone.
And of complication.
All but forgotten disappear.
Now they are possible,
for you to open up to see and explore.
Rediscovered it is reality uncovered.
Look at the moons crowning glory.
By some is now by all, seen achieved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem