The images of yesterday cling to my mind.
Would the pain of yesterday ever go away?
I keep seeing images of a sunken ship
Steadily sinking into the sea.
There lying on the deck are men crying in pain.
Soon the sea swallows them up in the bay.
The first rays of the sun is starting to shine.
Could it be that this is the start
Of a different life for me to see.
I keep seeing it off in a diffused light --
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem