Are we allowed to see the sun
Enjoy life, have a bit of fun
Gambol through a springlike field
with no other yield
than just to be
a soul that is free
A heart filled with dirty smog
a head surrounded by fog
An empty road towards tomorrow
No way back, filled with sorrow
Though, I dare to belief
I saw some clearness and relief
A sunrise instead of a sunset
So unspeakable early, yet..
the gloaming of the sight
is so different in morning light
A promise it once will be
all sunbeams for this empty world to see
April 9,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem