Twixt the pangs of life and death
The toil of love beseeches heed
Doomed to be among the dead
Solitary coldness hugs my breath
Once there was tint of sunlight
Once the murky mist was afar
Once my lanes had autumn leaves
Once raindrops caressed my heart
Beneath the dismay of cold lullabies
Lamenting the melancholic fate
Blaming bygone jocund auroras
I dwell upon..move on..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem