When all words are said
And all songs seemed to be played
You still wait for the key
Which will open the door to another reality
Whisking raindrops off your forehead
Raising your eyes to the sky
'There must be sun beyond
Those thick graphite-colored clouds
There must be something beyond
This thundering winter silence...'
(2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem