The sun was
Shining
The clouds
Blanket
The blue
We sit
In misunderstanding
What the purpose
Was intended
To do
Smiles cover
The ground and
The sound
Of hysteria
Fills the room
We had no
Intention
Of the times
And how things
Would change
So soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem