Soon will be gone.
Gathering the harvest
of tomorrow will come
saith they.
I must meet with the harvester
of the souls a date I would miss
yet can't I am told.
I would enjoy nothing more
than to send you again
some few spoken words
after the mororrow again.
Can you promise that 'The Soon' as in today, will in fact, really ever be gone? ? ? another fabulous thought provoking poem. marci.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Domani... is always a new day that sets under a harvest gathered.. and meeting those at the new uprise is worth smiling about and crying about for those that have passed of the previous.. thanks for the ponder of words - One Peace at a Time...