a field of grass so blue and green
a field of flowers never seen
spirits surrounded in colors and hues
and music singing at the joyous views
hope first blooms as rose in a sea
at first obliterating reality
then it fades, the flower wilts
until it dies, no longer gilt
music sounding its sad adieu
the colours in dreams no longer imbue
i love this! (and thanks for what you said about my poem: i guess this is goodbye) (=
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the imagery and the spirit behind this poem, very good indeed