There comes another day
with all its ways of giving,
and what it is in each its way
is for the times of living.
There comes a reason true high
with life that gives and takes,
we can't ask questions why
these moments fate makes.
There comes a life in each way
that is there for a reason,
some lucks are in it for a play
like the colors of each season.
And hope is always there to rise
in feelings and moment's touch,
those may or may not be surprise
but give just each as much.
There comes another day
that we may run out of luck,
but that's just a momentarily play
that never gets really stuck.
For we have hope and new try
to reach from there to here,
and open up where futures lie
that is to prospects everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem