Every petal of a rose
falls down elegantly landing in pose.
Every rain dropp that hit the ground.
Is lost within others, and never found.
Every sunlight hitting streets.
Is a secret for ever to keep.
Every cold mist along the way.
Is another mist placed word someone said.
Every writing pen today.
Is another fear blown away.
And every word ever said.
Doesn't hurt now, but it will some day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem