In that purple light that is the very early hours of the morning, I think we have our best thoughts.
It is dark and quiet and tomorrow is still a blank page.
We can tell ourselves that anything is possible in that new day and really believe it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I try to think about better days but the thoughts of yesterday creep in, slowly they dissolve any thought of happiness. The ides of youth and carefree love give way to mountains that are ever so difficult to cross, here in the now. I do hope you find what you seek.