lay I ring on the radience of thought
The vision of wisdom and memory of a start
Brush do I; off the old comming and
continue to except thee unnoticed
Forget not will I; thee individual
of a strange
Holding onto only the day
in whitch no matter held us at all
Taking a chance of no planning
and planning not to think ahead
-but to of only live in the moment
I promise to repeat in life
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem