8-31-20
The darkness has come, for how long I don't know
It takes vibrant lives and cuts them short. Like a flower bed mowed and swept away. Then there's Fear that's real and cuts lives short too.
When the light comes to show us the way. We'll be safe and sound
Once the fires out, you can come to see me and we'll sing with joy.
We'll dance and hug and laugh, together again.
B.Carson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem