there is
a tiny voice
inside
us, it is the
voice of
light,
it is warm
and alive
it moves
with the
wind,
it spreads
that perfume
of our
soul,
our being
here and
there
and everywhere.
listen to it
feel it
then speak
its true
language
it is a faithful
voice
it wakes you
up at dawn
when everyone
is still
dreaming
it leads you
to a hearth of
that fire
that never
dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem