Watching timidly with apprehension, wondering what will
appear around corners of tomorrow and what fate will
contain on it's myriad shores.
Filling self with a majority of mindful feelings and
some happiness to keep sanity in check.
Checking into fortresses of soundless images, watching
them dissipate and congeal in backwards corners,
leaving sunlight to it's own devices.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem