WE WERE HERE
I knew not today
That a day of birth
When I bear pages of a living
Diary.
At the drop of a ink,
In the first piece
Of drought,
Oceans flooded the paper.
Here in the cover
Page of the little book
Looking through it, we got
That we were here writing
Our own story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem