Each day begins, and then it fades,
In much the same way as the previous one
It leaves and then returns when we awake
A welcome glimpse of another day for us to play our lives with
Without expecting miracles, we take it all for granted
Watching as each day unfolds, and watch as each hour passes
In what seems an anti-climax, the moon enters the picture
Each day has begun, and then it fades
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem