Her wild rages and moments of truth.
Hiding what is known and what is not.
I believe in her greatness.
And I feel that what she may or may not lack
Is part of her gain.
What shape will her future take on?
I don't know.
But I hope to see it
with more than just these two eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem