All in life is ephemeral.
Everything with time, it goes:
Along with it, myself—a passenger;
Life's circle closing, I suppose.
But when about my love I think,
Forever that may last:
Never enough the ink
And paper for my past!
Although everything is meant for change,
My dearest love as well;
My only heart, needs no exchange,
Nor feels to say ‘farewell'.
All in life is ephemeral.
My heart has stopped in time:
No longer myself a passenger,
Nor my soul shall die!
We are all travellers who sojourn the Earth for a while! Soon we have to depart, as everything here is ephemeral.....! But two things will stay.... stay for ever.... our love and our soul! A great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This truly is beautiful, thank you for sharing your dellightful words.....