Twelfth December twenty-eighteen
Someday I shall write about you.
Someday I shall talk about you.
As usual to the black sky of the night,
I looked, then stooped my head and shook,
"This should be enough for tonight:
I know where I am going,
I know what I should be doing!
Though Dim and Heavy are behind the scene! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem