Look into the fog......one day.
You'll not see anything, but,
Inside the secrets hidden you'll find
A story yet to be told
When the sun becomes a comet
And everything's reduced to darkness,
There comes a time of a night so endless
That washes all pleasures like drops of tears
And leaves pains spilled over the cloth of life
For I get to know its me that is the sun
Look into the fog......again.
You'll not see anything, but,
The secrets will be clear in front.
And you'll find- me.
But you can only have a glance.
I'm soon going to leave.
I have less time left,
But there's nothing to grieve.
After all, castles built upon a sandy beach,
Don't last forever.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem