Digging deep.
A complete excavation,
To make a clean sweep.
No explanations needed,
Of this thoroughness...
To one day reminisce.
A detemination comes,
With changes welcomed.
To rid what had existed!
Until a satisfaction lifts.
Like rust from unpolished joy.
Discovered and employed...
With full benefits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
where is the determination? gone like the wind -.-