Wilted blades streak the lawn
of this cold and empty heart.
Death and vice and love's despair
have come to play their part.
They've stripped bare the trees
of gold and colour that used to grow.
Even trees and air can feel the ache,
of the love I used to know.
Every sentence capture the picture of a person who had lost an important person perfectly. ''Death and vice and love's despair '' I like this sentence the most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely, sad little poem.