I may have never won a medai,
yet will not miss the applause.
I may not have the gold, yet
I will take a bronze, even for
telling about the power of the
seeing of medals in winners hands.
Can this be the omen on the door?
You hear this applause calling
in claps loud, yet mystical.
They say joy knocks on rough doors
For not to join in this moment
makes me fail to see a rare full moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yet mystical life, great write