New Year, s day!
A chosen day.
We celebrate
That we got rid of the old
And that we pin hope on the new.
Death and birth at the same time.
Should we mourn or cheer?
We see off the Devil
And invite the Angel.
The Angel doesn’t know
That she will turn a Devil
To men’s eyes in a year.
Are we grateful this day?
31.12.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We buried the past..yet..history repeats itself.. Hope..with this year..we could make another history..turning evil..into holy.. Happy New Year to you.. Thanks for sharing this..