If not tomorrow...gentle night,
when the snow melts
and my struggles return
then when, will I learn
to make the most of life
and let all else go
letting forever find it's self in my soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Omar this is such a soulful expression, makes for a poem that you want to go back and read again. Cheers Anita