A silver droplet on a petal
Trickled of it like a tear
Another came to take it's place,
They never seem to disappear.
I guess it's what it feels like,
When you're running out of life.
A wilting rose knows all too well,
While breathing it's last sigh,
Tilting slowly to the ground,
To kiss the world goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written piece, simple yet capturing to the mind...very interesting indeed