when the tomorrows feel like only a rumour,
sometimes it’s as if my yesterdays disappear into their depths.
Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
where you bring joy to a world full of pain
but your humanity brings me back to the here and now.
Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
when the tomorrows feel like only a rumour…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem