It was a day everyone was waiting for.
The day which appeared to convey the impression
of its importance.
The day of anxient, doubt and horror.
The day was sure to come though.
As it finally came.
To the country it conducted 29.3% of its horror.
Lone was the 70.7% on the point of arraying its
pulchritude.
The 06 of January 2016.She made my day.
There was a delighted pounding in my heart.
As she came with 5 nostrum to cure the anxient.
My heart long to bear her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem