Enlightening people poetically in a twilight stage at the ending of life, leaving nothing to the imagination as it trudges forward alone, nothing being left within.
Except possibly tears of yesterday as they fight back the sanctity of what humanity is meaning and holding onto in the reality of what may be coming one day.
It won't happen today, for life has turned and gone some-where else for now, reverberations lying on the surface of every pool of tears while waiting to be recognized by some-one, someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem