Just like today, is yesterday.
i still see the sun as it walked away,
the wind still slaps my face,
promise still under rug.
yesterday is today. action stillborn,
just like the other day.
our heads are heavy, our tounges light,
just like yesterday,
i know exactly what he is going to say,
'tomorrow will come'.
true, to some for years and others for generations,
that wait for that tomorrow
that will never come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much truth in this poem that deserves to be read many times.