It will not be
A real death for me
If I stop breathing,
Because I will still live in
Flowers, cloud, birds and grass
Which have ever been
Nourished by my love.
But I would be really dead
The moment I found
My pond of love desiccated,
Forcing me to orphan
The beautiful creations of God,
Each of which contains
A bit of my soul.
'Which have ever been Nourished by my love.' beauteous displaying of feeling... Tsira
Kindly refer to mine-'LOVE IS the BASIS of LIFE' in the PH reflecting similar views and message. A nice write. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
insightful, a nice profound poem