I lost the thread of the moment
in the long shadow of dusk
it seemed nothing would answer
as if there was no one to trust
did I lose the strength to endure
conspiring with fear of my goal
far beyond the peak lies wisdom
to begin once again I am told
if I do not turn from the future
and waste no time on the past
the moment is mine at evening
in quiet dreams that may last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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