I stand at the edge of the world
Between sea, sky and sand
To set my soul searching
And out it soars into the vastness of a breath.
Free it flies on wings of thought
Catching the sun, chasing the stars,
Dancing in the white silence of the infinite.
In a moment, in an eon,
Back it comes on curls of mist
Rising from the depths of creation,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem