Sunday, July 8, 2012

Poem in the shower

It is morning, so early, awake
The city just woke up in chaos
At this time, their smiles are all fake
But later, we shall be victorious

Awake, so early, it is morning
The scent of life in the air
The city is busy, we're swarming
To jobs, to the office, to nowhere

Awake, it is morning, so early
We try to make best of our daylight
We wait patiently, in a hurry
Thinking of what won't, what might...

So early, awake, it is morning
My words make no sense at this hour
So, don't try to get what I'm writing
A poem written in the shower

*This poem marks the beginning of a new life for me, and an entirely new chapter, a point in life that I've waited so long to get to... and I'm here :)... Carmen, as ever, decided to join me in my journey with a tranlation to this poem:P :  Poem sub duş

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