If all things may be poems,
And each and every perception an epiphany,
And what we are not really dust
But some higher music of God's soul
And if the world as it is
Truly sings with the most sublime melody,
Then perhaps
At the end of every darkness
And the loss of every night
There is a dawn for all of us
In which we will be
What God surprises us with
And as.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem