I hear the rain heavy in my ear
Lashing winds feed my fear
Your words like an echo
Am I losing you?
Without you a rose is not a rose
Music no longer flows
The paths we once enjoyed
A pain now to avoid
Yet life without a care will go on
Morn’s sun will not be gone
Tonight’s moon will still glow
Rivers will still flow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet life without a care will go on Morn’s sun will not be gone Tonight’s moon will still glow Rivers will still flow Verily, life moves on as it has to move willingly or unwillingly.
It is so; life moves on, just as time ticks away. Thank you for taking the time to read the poem.