Waving gently from beyond depths of knowledge,
personal identity hides.
Afraid to let itself be known, forging pathways
of it's own.
Needing no one to lead the way, preferring to
explore new byways of it's own choosing.
Life experiences are multiplied this way and
wisdom grows with youthful thought to a land
of wonder and awe.
Carefully picking thoughts to remember, pressing
petals between the mind, allowing itself a home
to call it's own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem