And the light
Told me to lean beside
The wall of time.
The time has permitted
To show the sun
In the morning every day.
The day called me by name
And I am ready to go
Without knowing the purpose also.
I know the whirlwind
Arrival and I stay cautioned.
The intensity of injury
Is not measurable and yet
I stay in the light all days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem