surely bad days come
and they are not just
normal sometimes
there are too many
of them and then you
learn to live with them
just like your ordinary
good days. You say
hell, but then heaven
comes on a brand new
day like this: a perfect
timing: you are here
and i am here and
we have nothing to
do except to talk and
talk and talk and
then finally at last
we find a common
ground: we kiss and
touch each other's
soul, deeper than before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem