After awhile
One learns to look at nature
And realize they are not alone or unloved
Plants keep growing and birds keep singing
When you pass by them.
After awhile
The sky still is blue and
The sun still rises in the east
And that you are not forgotten.
After awhile
Ones sees that love is not an imaginary beast
But something that we bury deep within us
That we forget we have it.
And after awhile
One feels that beauty is not on the outside
But within one's heart, soul, and spirit
And it is a beauty nothing can ever take away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem