Behind the horizon, In a sunset sight, there is is a secret. The big wings of the wind that carry something untold Sometimes bewilder me when I think about them. It's a bell or may be something else. I guess it's an additional secret in the dawn's coming. There is a candle mixed with the wind's breeze. That secret with the additional secret is a dove or an eagle. Behind the horizon, in a sunrise sight, there is a dream of a kid's toy. Any thing might come from behind every horizon. The sun always rises and always sets. Behind the horizon only some things go, but always dawns come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem