Μy stringent face lightened up
when my mind travelled back
at my early years
before they fade away.
With some colours in my little hands
and a prophet's heart
I faced the light of sun
so audacious and brave
I used to paint flowers
in my blury window
waited for my mother desperately
to carry me with love
my childish body could not carry
the great responsibility that craved
in my first journey
I would saved the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem! Five stars!