Morning sun has risen as life fades silently into another
dimension, slowly, gradually disappearing in the reality
of life.
Reflection no longer visible in mirrors of a present
destiny, having moved on, walking pathways of a never-ending
purpose and essence that's filled me from birth.
No one to speak to me, cannot hear anyone any longer, feeling
myself fading into destiny, fate doing it's part well, folding
self into another dimension beyond this earthly world forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem