I walk upon this earth waiting for the day my dream comes true.
The day skies turn black
I do not fear these skies for I’m already dead.
I’m no longer in the sun’s rays.
I fear no evil, yet only to increase its growth.
The black skies come upon us as my breath grows low and lower. Never breathing again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem