By tomorrow,
by the first light of anything,
i'm not hollow,
i am filled with the shape of things.
Outlooks and insights, the music of life,
a complete conversion from absolute night.
And I know that you're here for a grand fuckin' ball
but I've got a secret i'm telling to all:
You are afraid, we all are afraid,
and nothing and noone can make that ok,
nothing and noone could make me ok
until the dawn
this rosy dawn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one the best, nice work! , bu then again I am a great lover of dawn,