Sliding in torrents down the hill,
Laughing loud in warning to not follow, the sun softly releases itself
Allowing deep night to take control.
Lucky me, There's Always Another Way.
And in that safe darkness, comes the light,
Piercing through deepest bleakest pits of space
Allowing me to be seen again.
Lucky me, There's Always Another Way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem