Singular dawn
stretches from my sight
what worries do I bring myself to know
but the ones that come to me
and when in the past
what worries were there
but the one's of children
I found myself again
as the child I once was
and dream again until the twilight of day
feels my skin, and I wake
a man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem