The thrill of the unexpected
when so much seems misdirected
and all hope seems to have fled
the answer from a lotusbed
nothing will cling, no stain
the pain releases spring
the seeds are answering
just as we all despair
a change hangs in the air
do not despair for
……… we are nearly there! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem