night sheds itself
searching for dawn
oceans roar
in a teardrop
the peace
of smalltalk morning
revealing our shadows
in fresh sun
turbulence of quiet anguish
overtakes delicious hope
inescapable is the unknown
of each next moment
living
yet another day
dodging despair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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