Like any other year,
Like the previous rotations the Earth
Made around the Sun.
But different.
Many will be born.
Many will die.
Many will fall in love.
Many will sigh.
But differently.
A new beginning.
A new end.
A new feeling
But something different.
Love will be the same,
Change or no change.
The human spirit will go higher and higher.
Will we meet God?
Will there be an Alien invasion?
Another wait for Doomsday?
Another hope? Another love?
But it will be different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem