I'm about to lose you,
yet I don't know what to do.
As you drift further away,
I can only say goodbye to you.
As sorrow floods in,
and anger floats by.
Tears of the angels,
dropp from the sky.
To grieve and to mourn,
but yet to carry on.
To forgive and let go,
but to forget, never, no.
As the memories fade,
like a delicate breath.
They kept slipping away,
on a cold winter's day.
The shattered memories,
will come to a close.
And soon as I finish,
my heartbreaking prose.
Since I won't see you,
anytime soon.
I hope this will explain,
the mysterious blue moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although meant to be sad...it leaves the reader understanding the 'mysterious blue moon' well done..again.