It is all in the bell
that rang once
in my heart
and changed the course
of life.
It is all in the turn
the river took
a thousand miles ago
and shaped the waiting coast
forever.
It is all in the fragrance
that found us years ago
and made us
what we are.
It is all in the decision
we take each moment
that changes us
for better or worse.
We do not know
where we are going -
only that somewhere,
someday,
we may understand
why -
or we may not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem