The light is slowly dawning,
the day is drawing near.
The writing scrawled upon the wall,
is now becoming clear.
A world of new beginnings,
encapsulating hope.
With a sea of opportunity,
an endless twisting rope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Heath. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks