The morning sun shines and washes
Away all the grief and sorrow.
The journey now begins over the
Mountains and oceans.
And depression that is leading onto
The way of the light.
Suddenly the delight...the way of the
Joy and happiness as it stoops over
The erupting volcano of depression...
The stranded people without a mission.
A sense of motion. Time, that reminds
The sun.
And the aging diseases body. Cold weather
Before the coming of summer.
The might of the light of a day....
To see... and be seen.
My depression is erupting and curing
And going places where nobody has been.
this is good depression does not get a place in the crowned mind of age....beautiful poem penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The message is well conveyed......10+++