Centuries come
& go.
Time visits
the earth
& blows away
like wind...like rain.
The only thing
that survives
are these words
words of love.
I laugh
at how
this man from so long ago
can tell me
excactly how I feel
as Love
leaves me.
Wonderful insight to writers from all times and ages, as we struggle to 'tell' others what we feel...and it translates so well into what they 'feel.' 'Tis what writing is all about, right? And you do it so well!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, nooo...Centuries come & go and the history repeats itself, in spite of our belief that we are unique...It seems sad.