I twisted a beautiful maple leaf into a cup;
And, collected those morning dews of life!
I conquered those dark & dense forests;
Could see her shining brighter than the night!
I had waited for her, much beyond the after;
But, I lost her just before I could touch her!
to lose something one knows one could never get.. is far better than to have to willingly let go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every word perfectly placed. -shannon ps-thanks for your comment on what i just posted.