It will never be the same
and the river is growing,
days up burning flame
in times lost and going;
we have each our day
till time's gone through,
in our heartbeat and play
never again to renew...
It will never be the same
for the day's on its dark,
a neglect a nameless name
that to past shall embark;
there is nothing ongoing
all just a name in names,
like moss on past growing
on to yesterday's flames.
It will never be the same
the days and going years,
a neglect a nameless name
my heart and my own tears;
tomorrow shall come anew
with freshness and its play,
my love is there for you
in the future its many ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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