So much
Precious time
Ticks away.
I wait,
Suffer the fear,
The cruel draft
That blows through
A freezing room;
Hold on to hope
And this half ass gown.
FINALLY... he comes.
His every step
Brings me closer
To another destiny.
O dear God,
Let it be a good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem