A little life springs
From the worst debris,
Still it has life within,
That's very important indeed,
I gaze at it in astonishment,
It smiles at me whispering,
'I am here, dear friend!
Very much alive, '
Soon I find myself in perfect rhythm,
A lovely stream of creative blood
Begins to flow in all my limbs,
I just hold my beloved pen
And it does everything right for me,
The harsh debris disappears forever
And the little life becomes the strongest life in my eyes inside and outside
For all ages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem