She leaves with the wind,
a kiss in morning air;
a tragic tale to send
her away with despair.
She leaves her heart
to be shattered even more,
by a boy torn apart
and the closing of her door.
She had loved but with a cost
of many tears she bore,
out of fear of lost,
as her love goes off to war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem