Sun settling upon rhythms of yet another day
of living, entertaining heart and soul of a
poetical rebel here on earth.
Tomorrow may never be lived, but that's no
reason to cry, tears need not be wetting this
pillow again.
Soft voices now whispering of a yesterday that
will one more time be relived before a last
breath has been taken in its memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem