Awaiting, anticipating unknown
results of life and it's turn about.
Surfing tidal emotions with zest,
crashing on shores of crystal sands.
Supporting curiosity and wonder in
handfuls of sinister looking shells.
Hoping to receive the best of every
world, falling instead between cracks
of indulgent fate, crawling on grounds
of defeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem