Remembering the reasons to keep on going, no matter what may
happen, stepping upon the stage of life, being recognized
and known by people everywhere.
This mere poet is always holding on to ideas that wish to be
hidden, wanting privacy, leaving everyone outside perimeters
of a poetical solo journey, not wanting to let go of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmm.....i am thinking after first first a private line....i love my privacy....and at the end ...i want my privacy...would get us leaving you alone for real