it is dark, you keep on saying
what i see is otherwise
it is a broad day and the sun is brightly shining
the flowers are abloom
and the trees are a swaying
and the sea so blue
the clouds as white as snow
it is dark, you keep on saying again and again
this world needs a light much brighter than the sun
i am confused, until you close all the windows of your soul
no one weeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is closing the windows around your soul that puts it into darkness. You have managed to convey something very sublime very simply.Keep up the good work.