the light at the end of the tunnel
the sun over the horizon
it seems so close but always out of reach
forever searching for more
looking for another source
its to bad its not something you can teach
intangible warming of the soul
colourful, but invisible
i know its there, because for it i crave
will i find an infinite source for me
to have forever with me
the greatest gift to me you ever gave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem