To have known my own self.
And who I am.
Condoning every step.
Whether to the right or left.
Alone?
Yes.
But not lonely.
Or yet to regret,
A moving forward done to do.
Choosing without this to prove,
What it is I can to not doubt it!
Alone to condone who it is I am.
Me. To accept and approve my moves.
And moods to know those attitudes as well.
Alone?
Yes.
But not lonely.
Or yet to regret a moving forward.
Whether to the right or left,
It will still be me to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem