You past away so long ago
Yet, I see your face
Made of snow
Again in the summer,
This time in sunlight
Next in spring
While the flowers grow
Finally in fall,
Your face apears of many colours
Falling from the trees
Seeing you everyware
I trip to my knees
My body gets heavy
My forehead gets hot
I guess its your way to send me
A forget, me not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i thought of mj's song 'you are not alone' here. nice job!