on a grey day
the trees are still
i thought their leaves
died
when the world stands
still
when the air feels like
frozen
when we do not know
if we have sinned
if we have failedwhen we do not think
anymore
what to do with our lives
for the next moment
since
we are happy anyway
doing nothing at all.
on a grey day
when the sun promises to come
when the rain pours instead
when we are cold
inside our homes
when we do not plan
to move
when we simply look
at each other
contented with what we are
since there is nothing
sought
nothing wanted
nothing demanded
on that grey day
when we know we will end
and so what we do
is just to wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem