In depths of this soul and being all particles are
slowly turning and rearranging themselves for the
coming of maturity's end.
Life is spread, awaiting it's fulfillment, searching
carefully, knowing how wanting to spend final moments
gathered together on earth.
Close with family, yet prepared to cover international
borders, reaching out to others through poetry and
coming into my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem