Walls of reflection beacon my mind to enlightenment
of past ages.
Rerouting circumstances to fit my ego are difficult
to manage because selfishness is not a big part of
who I am.
Simple, shy, timid, yet a great writer and lover of
poetry.
In sunlit days, whispering breezes silence my soul
with wisdom's grace and ingenuity so unlike my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem