Walking through life, being curious, wondering like
a child.
Intellect still holding onto beauty and innocence,
the purity of childhood.
A grown-ups world still being seen in a detailed
innocence, wishing to never lose this quality in life.
Thinking it will never fade or disappear because in
sixty-four years it has not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem