Shadows squirm around in visions,
Feelings, only of disgrace,
Parting was not 'such sweet sorrow',
For I know that come tomorrow,
A blank world, I'll have to face.
Lost forever, torment follows,
And I cannot find your face,
All I have are painful Shadows,
Dancing round in deathly pace.
I will not wake up tomorrow,
I refuse to accept your gone,
When you left, all turned to sorrow,
There was no place to move on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but still we have to move on, , , after winter comes a beautiful spring always, , , nice write