From sky to sky
I move to search
The lovely notes
Of the stars.
I find the passion
And the pain and
I hear the hark
Of the nightingale.
Here is life
In the search
That I know from
The lone autumn.
Oh, here I keep but
Surely not despair.
beautiful poem well presented thoughts, ending is beautiful, thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem.