I once had a thoughtful friend,
who loved me to trully to his end.
His admiring brown eyes never showed hate or fear to me.
He loved the earth so i see him stare,
at the world longing, wishing to be there.
He loved the shadows so i suppose he'll sit,
under trees of apples until we again meet.
He loved to live so i know he'll cry, and wish again that here, with me he could lie.
He loved to run so i see him trot, across heaven in his brushed fur coat.
When he was here, we would watch the stars.
I look to the stars and see him say, 'the little stars we would watch till eleven, are the street lamps in heaven...'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a nice poem! It has all the incedients of a good poem.