Tomorrow Might Not Come To Us. Poem by saifon treenawong

Tomorrow might not come to us.


But send sadness and heart break came as a gift.


Wing tip sharpening our loneliness sharp for a few minutes more.


Rust and corrosion of life and send our decay.


Okhiuekhiu opposite grill on the road as to tears.


Tomorrow might not come to us.


However, sending a long night filled with nightmares as a gift.


Put us on the strength of the steel before a fireplace.


Wrist efforts to dampen down the hammer strikes the sweat.


Forming our hearts strong and brave like a sharp sword, magic


Tomorrow might not come to us.


However, submitting a dead calm, or hurt as a gift.


Draw our eyes to wisdom more apparent for a while


Look spirit leather wrapped even find the moon moon


Sun will continue tomorrow.. even not come to us.


Tomorrow will not even have the opportunity to experience our hearts.


We may see the dawn of life and immortality.


Among the fire brigade are destroying our Seongkhar remains down.


In peace.