It is there.
Accepted.
The leaving of each season.
Yet regretting to let go.
And slow from them,
It is to disconnect.
Accepted to expect.
Happiness.
And its long lasting affect.
Hoping to match,
Preferences attached.
Accepted to expect.
Taking steps forward,
Leaves behind those made.
Some attempt to delay,
The process it takes to grow.
And others afraid,
Say they will stay away...
From a full bloom.
As if life to live to receive,
Had not been a blessing...
To experience.
But a proposal of permanence,
If one chooses not to refuse.
Feeling it to share,
Is given without guarantee...
That tomorrow comes to offer,
What today delivers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written poem. Well done! Thanks for sharing. Sylva-Onyema Uba.