Steadily and incessantly moving forward through strife and turmoil, never even thinking of giving up, just putting one thought ahead of another and writing them into poetry.
Expressing and recognizing each of them as they dance about, feeling the freedom of an interior liberty that helps to encourage faith and hope.
Keeping to self, knowing that others feel threatened for some reason by this timid and shy being, keeping distance between everyone on purpose.
Very few ever get close enough to this poet because that's how an innate mind and intellect stay pure and undefiled throughout the years purposely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem