Wintertime slow dancing
From midnight
To early morn
Like a mother in birth
Her baby being born
Like an animal
Too big for its cage
A new world
You can hear it's rage
Things of the past
They must be
Left behind
Making way
For a brand new
State of mind
Fleeing the darkness
Speeding toward the light
Moments that move so fast
Is just time in flight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah coming to this beautiful world is a great blessing. Nice write.