Lost without a thought,
yet,
the heart keeps saying "don't give up"...
The night hides the stars
Yet, the sun keeps lifting its voice
Saying, no sleep; no surrender
It seems the day is wicked and cruel
Arrogantly kicking away the colorful stars
But, the day speaks with its last breath
Saying, everything has its time to manifest
The moon will glow
The sun will shine
The young shall grow
It's just a matter of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything got its season. All we need is patient. Nice Poem. Please check my poems " Hope" " The beauty of death" Kingsley Egbukole
Ok I'd check it out.....well done bard