I used to have two suns
burning like hell
and shining bright so well
when I was a teen;
at this middle age
both suns are set
in the morning and at night
only their dream is left,
sometimes......
I sense
1/4 of my light.
Don't ask me where the other 3/4 has gone,
was taken by despair
hatred and what is unfair
most of all
by the knowledge of soul,
the darkest side of life
played a role on the 3/4
the ups and downs
the waws and oops
took almost all the kindness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
By the knowledge of the soul. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.