Wishing upon inner stars, hoping to find a miracle some-
where in an interior bluened atmosphere, always filled
with mercy of the Divine.
Stripped of life and all it's meaning, wondering if it
ever held one in the first place, wanting decisions to
be made.
There's no one around to help, being alone stranded in
an impossible situation, praying for a miracle, yet still
looking within for an earthly solution.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, sooner or later, the conscience provides a solution for the self to implemement