Each day...
Presents its own uniqueness.
Each day...
Different from the last.
And with imaginations grasped...
Somewhere, someone sees it fit,
To describe their experiences...
In depictive passages.
Deciding to recite or to write,
As each day lived passes them by.
Each day...
Presents its own uniqueness.
Each day...
Different from the last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem