Like the other months
May already came. What matter
Its flowers,
What matter its singers and
Its party nights and desires!
May already came... You were not here
You had gone and you left me!
Left a river of pain
A river deep and eternally full.
When the roses May fade
When this may have gone away
And others also come you will not see
Unfortunately!
How much I suffered by knowing you away,
With God!
Leaving my soul forever
Needy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.