The days grow dimmer.
Empty flower pots are worn
And broken. Summer
Was fine, but now it's over.
If there was only
Enough time to restore what
Has been lost over
The years and the centuries.
If there was only
Enough time to give back to
The world its beauty.
If there was only enough
Time to pluck new dreams
From the skies, the moon and stars.
I pray to the Light,
Yet the darkness keeps growing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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