The dark-green sky,
it swirls above.
Dry mouthed and weak,
sinks in.
The pitch black dirt consumes body.
Tears are warm,
tears are warm......
Crushed soil sifts through fingers.
A prayer today; "Tomorrow, I will pray."
a very well done poem..don't postpond your prayers for tomorrow..tomorrow may be will not come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A prayer continual... second to second for peace...It is everyone's duty...good poem