It is now abandoned, forgotten all I once knew
The sights I saw, the flights to where I flew.
The tides and eddies of experiences lost
The grips on learning I had grasped and once sought.
Forsaken and taken by Death's stubborn grip
No longer my tides buoyant-
And now for the trip.
Towards the flights of an angel and lustrous memories anew-
I can't wait to express them-
but I tell them to whom?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem