(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
One hand on my heart and the other raised to bid farewell.
Let this sight of him not be the last and this parting brief.
Forsooth, without him life is commonplace, curiosity begs to
know what advancement has he made without me.
Alas, his aspirations and mine have they made headway?
We are parted, each in liaisons.
Our peace taken away, my tears flow making an ocean that he
will sail upon.
I watch for a returning ship.
Sparrow
(((One hand on my heart and the other raised to bid farewell))) I like this line what a wonderful picture; , Good piece of poetry! !
Ah. truly a beautiful piede. i hope he comes in soon.
All things upon the ocean are carried home by the tides. in your case the tides of love. nicely done
nice positive thoughts flow through this poem with hint of sadness.
my tears flow making an ocean that he will sail upon Wonderful words my friend. Loaded with love that leaps into the lane of loneliness and lingering longings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not to tell farewell, but time will come and... One hand on my heart and the other raised to bid farewell. Let this sight of him not be the last and this parting brief. Forsooth, without him life is commonplace, curiosity begs to know what advancement has he made without me.