sometimes the drought comes
i know
sometimes it will take a very long time
for the rain to come back
we know it
sometimes all the waters in our well
get dry
and we all anticipate it
we are prepared
for all these
a long time now
i hate to say this to you
but i always know how to say goodbye too
with the dignity of decency
and you know it
and when will that be
i am keeping it suspended in the air
like the sword of Damocles
my world is always an open door
it closes when i say the word
and you know it very well
i once told you
nothing lasts forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem