Even the darkest
of lives
have a few
moments of light
And the cloudiest
of days
have a few moments of bright.
Rain can never
forever spite the sun.
The saddest of hearts
have a few
moments of joy.
Painfulness cuts
like the blade of
a razor sharp knife.
And precious
love that has now died
once had a few moments of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice like you, your poems are very different