The morning has not yet come-
The darkness is still here-
And yet there is peace and quiet
And a space for thought -
The middle of the night too has its place-
So too the surrounding darkness
In a well- lit room-
Time and Memory also have their place-
All has its place in its time
And all does not when its time comes-
We live and we die
And we do not know why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem. It really appeals to me because it's similar to my style of writing (maybe I'm biased haha) but I particularly enjoyed the fact that, at least in my eyes, you don't present the darkness as something negative as many do. It's something peaceful to you, at least from what I gathered from your poem. Really nice!