Wavy lines of the future awakening visions that will become
in tomorrow's horizons of life, never knowing their worth
until they are upon us.
Going through tunnels of time as they pass us by, watching
for moments of possibility as we approach our destiny, hop-
ing that we will be supplied with many blessings.
Future horizons awaiting our presence as we walk through on
our way to deaths' everlasting sunsetical shores, feeling
a positive aura drawing us forward at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem