As this life rolls on
into another chapter.
a date with destiny brings
us closer.
Closer together still.
Still life.
Still dreams to live
as the passion rolls on.
On to another dream tied to
a tree.
Tree, a life of its culture.
As the vulture comes swooping down.
Down we come,
down we go.
But why does it snow?
Pt.2 later
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem