I bother not pretend things,
I have a heart to accept
The things as they are.
I consider everything
Sweet and funny,
I trust every time
That is going with me.
Each and everything
I told myself
Have patience, my dear,
Here, the sun is
Also rising.
You must admit
The sight is not shocking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem