A nice pleasant, morning
The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful moment
A split second of a rush!
It is not in a person’s power
The question of life or death
It is a question of when and where
A thought of how and what, those seconds will feel like
Whether it’s a feeling of peacefulness or misery,
A wonder of the emotional spectrum
Whether our souls will flee in agony or sweet pain
Whether our faces will lit up or be as white as a sheet
Is it sunshine, a storm, a harsh tornado or a raw of wind?
We just don’t know, all we know is we shall return.
A question of rejoice or a burning sensation?
A touching thunder or an electrifying painfulness?
We just don’t know
The day of slumber shall one day come
Are minds shall carry on the wonders of when and where.
Our lives will be history for we were only temporary
Borrowed for a moment then departed.
Without, any notice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem