Her impulse ruffled with something
She was yearning, hoping on the waves
The green light would climb in her memory.
Liberty beyond herself.
Because her first step had been encouraged
The high was not forgotten
The tides were bringing her out
The light was pushing through.
Her power, her passion, grew again
She learned she still might have the words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem