When the darkness gets darker
I close my eyes to see the brightness ahead
When the tempest gets tempered
I close my eyes to see the calmness of the morn
When the valley gets deeper and wider
I float in the airs of hope to safely cross
The spirit of hope persevering.
(Thursday 12th December,2019,9.35pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tribute to hope! Wonderful poem
Appreciated. Thank you.