Being sought out by rays of sun,
warming, giving a touch of being,
looking down upon me in straitened
times of life's journey.
Pushing forward, lending every
ounce of possibility to affects of
nature, working to hold me close
enough so I don't fall into pits
of suicidal derailment and hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem