Hope is yellow, bright like the sun
Just one small ray can break through the darkness
It smells like perfume, that penetrates the filth
Tastes like sugar
After years of only eating the garbage
Sounds like a tiny bell or a pin dropping
In the seemingly eternal silence
It feels like a feather bed
After sleeping on nails
For years
Hope spreads through your mind
And ignites it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope is what keeps us going. Thanks for sharing.