Who am I?
thirsty passing through fountains
dark in the middle of suns
impatient,singing eternal question
wandererin uproar of answers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aww what a Blessing to finally make that trip, crossing over in the valley of soothing powers and crystal mountains of answers. These images came to mind after reading your delightful poem, I do appreciate the beauty portrayed.....