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.