when I fall mere spent autumn leaf
mourn not passage winter season
celebrate life in change colours spent
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
what an emty voidless poem this is no soul no heart no hope no like
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow reminds me so much of a rock ballad -if i die tomorrow buy a tambourine silently sing and do not grieve over me, wonderful and short, or the other way around ;)