I knew you were coming, and
its a matter of days to count on
I envisioned your arrival
as an event, very special
So, I kept a count-down on days
Whilst awaiting keenly to see your face
I was aware, you had no haste
Still, I desired to view your mace
Dear day, very special 2020.02.02
already flashed up 'n dashed off
Never ever to return, gone for good
leaving all but mournful 21st behind
It was 21st April, ten months gone-by
tarnished by the chaos, a lunatic caused
Last Easter Sunday, on-shrine blast
Gulped up souls of near three hundred
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful language implies a lot of the past indelible sentimental circumstances. Nice poem.