Through The Highest Mountain Range.

My Hands Have Not Touched

The Leaves of A Willow Tree.

My Fingernails Have Not Filled

With Soils of A Fertilized Land.

My Feet Have Not Stepped

Into A Salted Shore.

My Face Has Not Been Blown

By The Mountain Wind.

My Life Have Not Discriminated

By Others of Which of What Sex I Am.

However

My Wishes Are Wishes Of These,

My Feelings Is One With Them,

The Essence of Them Caresses My Soul.