from "While Passing Through"/Winter
Dawn's lightening blue
glows through a prickly lattice
of winter branches—
can there be a time
when hope will cease?
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I would like to translate this poem
A very nice question posed here in this little poem. can there be a time when hope will cease? As long as life is there to witness the beauty of nature, there will always be hope. :)
Again, Geeta, you get me exactly. Each dawn is a new beginning and holds promise. All the best from here across the world to you, Geeta! -Glen