So many have gone away
Without saying a goodbye
Never to be seen again
Till the end of time
All the quarrels
All the strife
All the loving, all the dreams
Went in vain
There are holes
Here and there
In the heart's interior
Where they had been
How much lonely
Can it get
Till we reach the journey's end
In the years ahead!
So many have gone away
Without a goodbye!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All the quarrels! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you, Louis!