Thinking thoughts of a linear emotion, one that doesn't
touch this heart with sadness or sorrow, holding onto
the wonder and curiosity of an inner child.
Teasing, playing and enjoying life in a fantasy land of
our youth, no one should ever forget their inner child
for it is the essence of our adult beings while living.
Picking up the pieces, creating a new puzzle of life for
the future, one that reaches heights in this world that
haven't yet been attained.
What a surprise it is to find that happy, thoughtful
child, inviting them into the present for many times
they never got to play when little, now they can shine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem