Sometimes a photograph lays bare a soul —
its focus quietly revealed.
A mind deeply engrossed in the ocean,
in the waves,
touching the water, feeling it gently,
making a difference without a sound.
A photograph that captures a mind,
distinguishing it from the rest.
A mind lost in the ocean —
while eternity waits and watches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem