I watched a love story on tv...
It was Autumn in Central Park,
the golden Winter sun
peeping through the branches of beautiful trees
decorated in golden leaves...
a carpet of gold upon which stood two people in love...
A moment frozen in time
when the woman tells her new-found love
she has a terminal illness...
The sorrow in his eyes devastating and exquisite...
and I thought for that delicate second -
this is the circle of life...
we are born to love those we love
until that moment when our hearts become silent...
that we should treasure every precious moment...
Life is a beautiful mysterious ride...
and we the lucky passengers...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem