There is always a little flame
In the darkest of all nights.
There is always
A window left ajar,
A heart waiting to throb,
And a dawn
New and punctual.
(To: Christine Gerhardt, Germany/Chicago, USA,18 March 1994)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem, full of hope, thanks for sharing.