What a feeling
What a moment
What a dream
What a stage of thought
Riding a momory link times long
When life seems to have stuck
When blunders are made
Much damages are expected
What a pain
What a struggle
What a plight
What a grudge against oneself
Gazing at a destiny by the corner
But a loose of strenght to carry on is what I gain
Like unfelling cause it follows about
When talents are in veil
No happiness like achieving a gaol
No joy like been gifted
Glittering above expectations is a priority seat for all
Till the feeling never dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem