Wringing this heart in quiet solace of a sorrow that has
been borne within.
Knowing nothing in the beginning, acquiring knowledge and
wisdom throughout the years with an open mind and honest
heart and soul.
Never discarding any bit of information, keeping it all
stored safely away to be used at some time or another in
a poem of interior worth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem