Trials and tribulations signify who we are
Begotten not made by a comet or star
Whispering willows from afar
Try to release fireflies from the jar
Struggling bubbles seem tired and strained
While listening to lost ones not reclaimed
Rising currents of vocal distress
Maligned good people want redress
A few raise their heads above the crowd
Trying to be heard but not too loud
A promise on paper placed in a box
Hoping the outcome won't be a shock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A story for us all in so few words. Great work