What choice did i have
but to appreciate my two feet without shoes
my two eyes to see, some are blind...
Was born into this without knowing what to-befall
being here gives me desire to know-
my way forward if i have one for sure
Things of land, the sun shines for most and
yet cast one man in the dark...
most diamonds are hiddenly found hide diamond hide!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem