Swept away with this feeling of joy,
The feeling of belonging to a world mysterious,
Left unsaid will be many words,
But the end can be seen as a new beginning.
Time ticks away and the future uncertain,
Although this feeling without change,
Static like that of space,
Unchangeable, Unpredictable, Undeniable.
Opening of doors and discovery of truths,
She drifts away into memories soon,
In search for patience I have found,
The truth for resurrecting my pure dew drop joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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