Waves rising, falling, crashing and rolling across sandy shores
of eternity, searching for footprints that have long since dis-
appeared from sight.
Walking along, not able to find proper paths that will lead in-
to serenity when needed, taking a long time, allowing hearts to
calibrate what's left of life on sunsetical shores of the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem