Falling stars cry when moments end
Whispers soft the secrets in the wind
Whilst, and then again
Must anew begin
Afar a youthful morrow
Beyond another yesterday
From whence much younger, Then' a child
Prayed afore another day
Once again, a dreamlike meadow
Along a natural display
For a vision of tears to follow
In the act of' before and now today
And when the days are more so lonely
Whence the meadow fades away
In the spirit of the morning
Awakes another magick day
(04/22/2024)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem