What comes tomorrow. I am going to serve you, the world is in a restart mode. The mood is invisible. Poetry leads the way for someone. I am going to serve the people. But people disappears. Crisis. Misunderstandings will take the scepter of division. May the change happen, instead. May the light of reason shines again. A lot is going to help that and I with you will be sustainable.Freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem