Darkness takes its merry time.
And I can't wait for it to come.
The light blinds...and the pain inflicted
is visible; at least when the sun
sinks behind the clouds,
you can't see what's trying to kill you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ewwww cool! ! I think I missed a couple of issues somewhere along the way...must go check... Hugs, Dee