Poets only limitation as all other writers is the imagination.
Can you play the role of youth?
Can you play the role of truth?
For we are all the actors in a very elaborate scene.
The question is how long are we here to stay?
Infinite are the possibilities of preventable circumstance.
Let the mind wonder.
Let rain pour and the sound thunder.
Echos of a tear drops reflection.
How many ways can you visualize a single guiding light.
Holding the candle high.
For all to see.
For all to believe in something.
Because anything is better then the void of nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem