Can I breathe again
Without the world crumbling down from under me
Everything is in standstill,
I cannot bare it any longer
It hasn't rained, so nothing is growing
There are only puddles where flower once bloomed
The sun still shines
The taunting feeling of hope hanging about
Congratulations, Rose Gachette-Lustin, on the poem being selected poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congratulations on POD, dear poet. A commendable achievement!