Dawn brings to life
the wonder of understanding.
That it is not my choice
to pray like a whole mine of silver.
But with the sun at dawn,
when you stare at the sky one last time,
and think of how grateful you are
to have this feeling welling up inside you.
Know that i can put this no other way.
We must know each nick and scratch on the heart.
To be strong and rare and assualt
the castles of the horizon one by one.
Because i feel my heart wants
to surrender to battalions of wild flowers,
and if the breeze pardons me
with a future that will be enough.
That will be what i cared for most:
what you dream and what is it that is coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because i feel my heart wants to surrender to battalions of wild flowers... ............................................. Fantastic 'tomorrow' ! 0....... Tsira