I long for the tomorrow to come
With feelings ahead on the road aside
Like freshness aroma of its blossom
That into oblivion all too soon must hide
Ways of each reaching are distances away
For the senses to know what to find
Like daybreak that comes before the day
Each beginning finds its start – unkind,
But searches for ways - in winds that glide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. I like your description and the poem flows well. The meaning is truely deep. I love 'Ways of each reaching are distances away' and 'Like daybreak that comes before the day.' -Ashley