In response to a bad week,
or month,
or year,
people say
'the sun rises even on the darkest of nights'
or
'the sky can't stay grey forever'
but since
w h e n
can a human life be compared with
the infinite cycle of the sky
while we're breathing it
just takes another sip
to keep going forever
and in their time,
we're here for
never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem