There are one thousand oceans
And each one is dry
Lurking at the bottom of this
Merciless divide
There are one million buttercups
Which I planted and cried
I knew
You would pick one
And tell me goodbye.
If destined to be broken.. it will! Goodbyes can happen, it maybe painful as there is no life if there is no death! A 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this says so much with so few words...fantastic.