Stepping lightly on future horizons with a knowing
deep inside, of fate's destiny for me.
Silent tears of weeping softly, interiorly, getting
ready for a future mournful event.
Lasting memories playing before my mind, giving me
insight of things I don't want to know, but realize
through reality's stare into the unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem