Nothing ends
everything is a new beginning
the last rose falls
it gives way to the next flowering-
my words I've just spoken
they grow in the heart of your loving
though you've left
I remember still your kissing-
time is unreal
life is but sequencing
a moment passed
the next in following-
love is a story
that expands--without ending
after this poem of mine
another is waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem