When I find the first line
I enter the world
Of the poem
Brace myself
For the ride
Not knowing through every
Twist and turn
Where the words will take me
But in the end
I find myself always
In a strange new place
Wiser
Than before the risk was
Taken
And the meaning
Un- realized in the quiet pass
Of reflection.
~ Laurence Overmire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem