so here comes the storm that you have predicted
doomsday
many will be taken away in that boat of death
taking lives of young men and women
and even children
i do not fear. I have closed the doors and windows.
i have a pillow in my head. A blanket enough for me.
and then i sleep soundly
i have dreams waiting for me.
let me die inside my sleep, if that be your wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's the lukiest end one might wish for!