Charging lightly into the sun, beckoning lights to enter the
circumference of every borderline of freedom.
Stirring and blending each heartache into a strength that
gets stronger through the years.
Making all the tears and loneliness almost worth the heartache.
Standing on the wayside, watching glimmering sands of time
being washed away unceasingly by the turmoil of waves, as they
hit the shore and take away the sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem