When your nearing death,
Its then that you truely think about the times you ve loved,
times uve crossed someone
times uve left words unsaid................
and times you ve been together with him.
But when your alive and whole,
you barely think about that at all,
You think abut life and how its so beautiful
Life is beautiful, but without him?
Its smoke and dust......................
And ashes strewn across the ocean.................
indeed...love the words used to create the lacklustre image of life without ones true love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very much revealing....great thoughts