Light leaks from a tunnel end
-The darkness is a passing trend.
After the loudest howling storm,
An arching rainbow takes form.
Streams of sorrow-salted tears about the chin
Dissolve into the cheeks of smiles and grins.
Perhaps the longest frozen shroud
Melts upon feeling green life grow.
Perhaps this theme is a bit obvious and cliché,
But nothing bad lasts despite the moment's dismay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem