Have I been here before?
Seen this scene, felt like this?
Faith in humanity restored
or crumbled into nothingness?
I watch you from afar,
I am waiting.
Like an evening star,
the light is fading.
Yet on the horizon the sun stirs,
The darkest part fades
As the moon defers
to a brimming dawn of firs.
Hello old friend,
It’s been so long.
The son of a broken man
Seeps into another song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem