Dreaming future paths all lay
thread of light does guide
our way to combing of
the truth we made.
Dreams of other light grew dim
no flame to draw the moth
within the light.
Destiny of they who make the path
blessed walking not knowing of
The dreams of other's.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams of other light grew dim no flame to draw the moth within the light.......so touching and impressive.. Beautiful poem is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.