He left,
And the wild flowers still bloomed,
Bloomed with his moistened memories and scent...
He left,
And the breeze of desires still danced,
Danced with his smile,
Smile and tranquility...
He left,
And the secrets of nature unveiled it's secrets,
Secrets of eternity and heaven...
He left,
And poured his tears,
Tears of sigh and pain,
Of the green in the blues,
Yelled in agony,
Dried the warriors' soul,
Who then served,
Served the heaven...
He left,
And the black world ruled,
Ruled with the unknown terror,
Terror, that made the child orphan...
He left,
And the moon cried,
Cried with his glowing light,
Then, poured symphony,
To bless the orphan...
Now,
The dark world shines,
Shines under his silhouette...
*Rebirth*
@ Ami J
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem