All green shall eventually perish.
So does love die, too?
Thru Life's summer and winter,
What's lost is lost,
With the flow of Time
Choices are few,
Till the final "adieu".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is very short! We do not know what will happen to us tomorrow. Everything is temporary but work of art is permanent my friend! Enjoy your passion, love poetry and go on penning! Beautifully written...10