The stars can fall from the heavens high
And no matter how hard I cry
It doesn’t matter anymore
Wild rivers can run dry
Flowers wilt in a sun bleached sky
It doesn’t matter anymore
Desperate words spoken with no reply
Poignant angels forget how to fly
It doesn’t matter anymore
Death is not far from where we lie
Quietly calling, never asking why
It doesn’t matter anymore
Common sense has turned a blind eye
Fruitless thoughts have gone awry
It doesn’t matter anymore
Desire has lost its feral sigh
Breathless moments die
It doesn’t matter anymore
Vacant stares at a lover’s door
A dark vacuum with much rancor
Asking ransom of one’s inner décor
It just doesn’t matter anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem