what we believed yesterday was a part of yesterday...
time has passed, a new day has dawned.
our believing has to evolve.... while having the
same roots, the plant changes, coming to fruition.
our thoughts and feelings ripen, or they rot.
we walk this path with eyes looking forward,
strengthened by the memory of what has been!
we are children of the forever dawn...
and the ghosts that disappear into setting sun!
an interesting piece of poem that says that we are the children of the dawn. Well written!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an interesting piece of poem that says that we are the children of the dawn. Well written!