Although my
body
dwindles more
every day,
my soul and
emotional strength is
renewed moment by
moment.
And even though
fall turns into
winter, and I
feel the icy
wind in my
bones,
spring will come
eternally to
the core of who
I really am.
And for that
I celebrate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem