A dark age built behind the scenes.
Heavenly being with peace for a name, their sight to behold.
Little drop. Another ocean.
Oh the things living in this sea!
The waves by the shore, once in a while,
these were the warning signs.
But still, not a soul stopped by.
They didn't stop by, so the stop sign I stood by
Letting in the life giving things,
nothing short of life giving beings.
Given time frame in this camp I live,
why bring in life ceasing beings?
Oh I thought!
So far? Better off.
Not as I was before pinning the stop sign.
Extra ingredient by the name patience,
with support of a friend called time,
And all will be well.
Because so far?
So far the air is fresher on the other side,
Let nobody fool you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem