FROM OLGA WITH LOVE : WILLIAMSJI TRANSLATES OLGA'S POEM:6

Anticipation

 

 

It's a flower burgeon,
It's the baby about to born,
It's like going to new place,
It's your lips next to my face.
It's like landing in a plane,
It is sunshine through the rain,
It is picking up that call,
It's one step to reach the goal.
It's like eavesdrop after freeze,
It's the smell of ocean breeze,
It's like starting the new game,
It's old friend who calls your name.
It's like making a surprise,
It's to guide new star to rise.
It is dawn's the last ray,
It's first word of love to say.
It's the heartbeat before peace,
It's the moment before bliss.
It's the years going through
Before cherished dream come true.