Think what we might
all is never quite right,
though closer and closer we may get
truly, we are nowhere near there yet -
The sun comes up after each dark night
this is true,
but, no matter how bright
each waning day holds a melancholy blue -
So here, for just awhile
we shall remain in exile,
together praying for the exodus
praying always, Hope walks among us -
Liked this poem you have a ways of saying things which resonate Thanks for sharing 10/10 BB
A great poem, really like this. I had a friend who always said he thought our dreams was real life and our day to day life was the real dream world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice prayer poem I am looking forward to reading dream number 2