Anticipations of what’s to come soon, in the future, a poem, translated…
(The Weather Cooled Down, Not Long from Now, Snow Will Fall on Those Mountains, Then, There Will be, Poetry for the Winter Then)
It Was, on a Sunny Day I Suppose
yup, it’s like that, NOT my photo.
The Swimsuits Looked
Sweetened & A Bit Cool
But, There Was, a Ship-Sinking Incident
Then, We Took a Sip of Coffee, Then, Discussed on
How the Raging Rains We’d Weathered Through Time
And How This Unwillingness to be Strong
Had Turned Us, into Accidental Fighters
Those Rude Heirs Said
not my photo still…
That They’d Loved How You Were When You Were Younger
You’d Covered Up Your Own
And Stopped Engaging in the Debates with Them Then
No Matter What
The Inspiration Which Was Pressed Hard
Eventually Needed, to Face
Up to the Starry Skies
Disregarding Those Widened Spaces
Although, They’re, Destined to
Mistook Your Plains for Something Else
Missed Out on Your Valleys Too———
Before the Waves from the Distant Shores
There’s No Need, to Embellish about Your Own Wealth
No Need for Those Confessions Either
Those Most Barely Noticeable Acts of Kindness, to the Enormous Deeds of Evils Became Like the Rushing Tides
Why Must You Try to Block Them Out
Those Hidden Waves, Pushing Against Each Other
There’s that Speck of True Love Found, at the Bottommost Layers
Those Rude Inheritors
After Flushing Civilization Down into the Toilet Drains
Became, Speechless
You’d Not Tried Fighting
Those Intentions So Hard-Hitting Like the Tsunamis
Not Long After This
All of the Mountaintops
Will Be, Covered in Snow
So, this, is a man’s look back of EVERYTHING that’s happened in her/his life, and, remembering the ups and down, it’d made the person emotional, but, after all the emotions surpassed, the individual became calmer, and, more accepting to what’s to become of her/him soon, because through looking back through her/his life, s/he’d found the closures s/he was looking for.