12 pm
The sun is a dazzling butterfly
Like a long lost friend
The city hugs its dwellers
There is no demon here
No dragons wait around the corner
With devilish eyes or fiery breaths
There are no hidden tragedies
There are no agonizing surprises
Out here there is sometimes no luck
Out here there is sometimes no lucky charm
Just life
Not happening right
For some people
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just life yest the life not right not good happening there tragedies chimney now on the world homes