Others have let go even before it begun
The rest remained, doubt reigned
For the magnanimity of this universe
we ask for a hand
a sign
a sound
a word
a touch
Anything to let those with firm minds to persevere
Anything to invite the lost ones back
For the one who is left standing
Don't be afraid
This thing called love will prevail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem