My time has passed,
No joy does last,
No bluebird skies for me,
The different hues of sky-lit blues,
No longer can I see,
Even if I, could send my cry,
To deep blue moving seas,
No happiness would flow my way,
No peace, no morning breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad write of lost sight of all that was once true.......well penned.