you have
always prepared
for this. Words
are kept inside a
cabinet.
dreams are ironed
out.
hope is silent.
and stars are remembered.
plans are sealed.
private matters of the
heart.
leaving is an
ultimatum but always
reserved.
the sun has not
completely come out yet.
the mountains are keeping
their shadows.
soon is sooner, and
you are always learning.
the pride is there.
money is saved.
somewhere the plan
for another house is made.
it will be walled.
and the gate is made of steel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem