Voluntarily coming to mind, pages of a past that are better
forgotten.
Aligned at the conjunction of abuse, sanctioned only by the
reclusive mind of an innocence unsurpassed by anyone's
knowledge.
Partaking of this world so very little, giving instead,
beyond reproach, a silent legend continues to grow, fed by
the goodness and kindness of others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem