I will make it again,
I will make it again,
In all my solitude,
I see that the Beauty is all Everlasting,
It is all seen by that Clear Mirror that Iam Blessed,
Every Word that came through me is a Great Remedy and a Healing,
There is no GREAT moment like unto this, I feel that the Movement is all Dwelling within my Hurting Soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem