Life unwinding...
always new people,
are any true?
Secrets that lie deep.
Only few know
its deep under the surface.
The Southern wind blows
everything in place.
Then the Northern starts.
Yearning for dreams.
Sending hope with the seeds.
Mind unraveling.
Freedom flutters,
to a slow fading light.
Reality brightens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem