Showering my being with blessings from heaven, keeping me hopeful even as the world shatters around me.
Holding on to a preface of life, wondering if destiny will play it's part, as my being gives up itself to death overnight.
Hanging onto a major portion of quiet stillness in a handful of prayer, contemplating where I will be going in the near future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem