if i stand beside you,
look into your
eyes,
i can almost see a world;
is it waiting? for
someone
more fortunate
than i, poor wanderer,
living apart from the sunlight
of your eternal
daytime.
someday,
i may be worthy enough
to take the outstretched hand,
to believe in hope again,
and allow myself
to be led into
the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GOOD STUFF (additional necessary letters here)