When it's gone, it's gone,
Never to return,
The greenest, thickest, growing fern,
Cannot console or hide,
The melancholic, shattering pain,
Of Love that's gone and died.
And all that's left are blue sea pearls,
The tears, you cannot hide.
but what can compare to the love that's lost in the ocean's hungry swirl is the beauty and light that shines in the tear of a priceless blue sea pearl.
A very deepest write manifesting cries of nature. Thanks for share.
A very deepest write manifesting cries of nature. Thanks for share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every pain we ache takes us down below the sea We must rise above this to find your new me. x