There are dreams in side of us that guide us even when we are lost in pockets, large pockets of time.
Passions in us that are not rooted in time that guide us.
One more time, this time will be it.
Somehow we know we will get it right.
Our debths Push us to what we will become in this incarnation
We know we did a triumphantly before
We feel it,
It will happen again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem