Taking steps into later hours of the night, following
steps of purpose into the dawning of a brand new day's
beginning.
A resolution of intent, one that will help prepare the
future for what is about to happen in all of our lives.
Everything being mixed up, scattering particles to the
wind, leaving them to die in the darkness of an early
morning, before any light begins to shine on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem