when things get worse
stop for a while and sleep
there are times when dreams
talk and give you
directions like a mother
to her son
listen
decipher the scenes of
mists
observe the shadows
trace the source of light
learn that the waters get through
here
because there is a way
an exit because
there is an entrance
why hurry? delay because
death sometimes comes too
early...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem