Letters on a piece of paper.
Lines drawn in a familiar pattern.
Ink that dried just hours ago.
Sealing your fate,
So much at stake,
Just lines,
Three little letters which mean so much.
Three little letters which change your life.
Lines, that’s all, lines.
Three little letters representing thirteen years.
Three little letters which could well bring tears.
Of joy,
Or despair.
Three little letters, six or seven lines. That’s all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem