Very soon as my mum
Would say
Things will get better for
Her and for all of us
Very soon as sooner
Would the gate get opened
And the lost keys will be found
All the tears running race in the eyes
Shall immerse in decadence of drought
Face up face not down the hopeless
Mirrors of downfall as leeway as option
Very soon nobody shall deny the mere fact
That very soon the soon will be now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem