O how the dreams of youth enchain
the soul to reach great heights
heedless of scorching summer days
or frozen snowbound nights
No mountain seems too harsh to climb
nor jungle rife with death
no reef too dangerous to dive
though it may crunch the breath
Like comets soaring in the sky
so many fall and crash
on rocky slopes or desert plains
buried in sand and ash
Some very few will stay the course
and find the Holy Grail
of cures and ways to help mankind
and breach untrodden trails
O how the dreams of youth enchain
the soul to reach great heights
heedless of scorching summer days
or frozen snowbound nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep and vivid writing and painting Liilia xx