Dear heart, how naïve are you,
How ignorant, how foolish!
You shake in a little crisis;
Hidden inside you
Are such fear, such forebodings!
Don't you know what awaits you
At the end of the journey?
Death, patiently waiting.
All crises pale,
Before that final crisis!
You will be leaving all you hold dear,
All those who hold you dear,
And plunge into the unknown
Holding death's hand!
Be strong, be bold, be brave!
'Dear heart, how naïve are you, How ignorant, how foolish! You shake in a little crisis; Hidden inside you Are such fear, such forebodings! '....very true...every heart is this kind only....great write....full score
The poem leaves A perturbing feeling of persistent gnawing at my heart..5*s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true Ruta, a fate that awaits everyone.