Whispers coming through closed eyes in prayerful patterns,
tired of clinging on for life.
Not mattering to a life of effervescent shadows, falling in
lines of tomorrow's destiny.
Feeling intrepid dawnings, keeping me company in this lonely
period of life.
Reaching out in dismal tunnels of darkened lightness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem