When you were gone,
My life stood still,
The Moon just couldn't shine,
The Sea no longer spoke to me,
The Wind cried all the time.
When you were gone,
The Daffodils
No longer yellow, smiled,
And I no longer had the will,
To know how much I cried.
Now that you're gone,
The Willow Trees,
Moved by the breeze,
Begin their mournful song,
Their long Green Strands,
Embrasse my hands,
We softly weep along...
I always wanted to write a poem about the Weeping Willows, but this one hurts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so heartfelt, stunning painting! 10 +++