If you die before me,
Life would be a goalless adventure -
Leading to nowhere.
If you die before me,
I would become a dejected figure -
Tortured by the wind of nature.
If you die before me,
I would become a frustrated loner -
Abandoned in a corner.
If you die before me,
I think I would be dead too;
Because life will die with you.
If you die before me, I would become a dejected figure - Tortured by the wind of nature. very nice fear... real love in its core.. thank you dear poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, you may also read mine “nymph“