Once upon a time
long ago
a young lassie
whispered
'No matter what
happens
tomorrow
I will love you
the day after.'
Little did she
realize
how quickly he
would vanish
As a flower
dropping petals
softly into eternity.
Did he run away or perish we will never know, love spoken married their connection.
What a beautiful description of passing on. I can see the petals drifting, flipping and turning into the bright light of that tunnel into eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That gentle passing like a flower dropping its petals is lovely!