they all but pass quickly: my dreams, my hopes, my ambitions
they don't stay that long enough
what i had as a small kid, is just this poem long gone.
and if by chance you too should leave me
let me tell you it is fine with me
with a track record of departures i have composed some songs for me
frogs jumping in glee, like the rains and live bands of liberty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem