Darkening doorways with my shadow, leaving and walking
away, never coming back into your lives.
Writing poetry and living in a world of my own, never
looking back.
Remembering the days that used to be and now are no
more.
Rising and being fulfilled through so many rhythms
opening before me in measured tempos.
Bright and glowing in the illumination of my sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem