i, too, know
how to write 30.
whatever,
this enormous darkness
my eyes close.
i always look
up to Someone
who spells my name
and who knows
how to say it
correctly....
He understands.
He knows when.
it is not a matter of
waiting or winning
it is a matter of
Mercy and
Will. His.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem