All anew
the immortal days,
and love at its loss.
... 'new are the buds of spring
that will fade tomorrow',
said the wind.
I stepped back
wiped off the kiss
and the half open door
shut all the dreams.
14042017 _ Oslo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We need not follow a traditional thought. We must have our own pulse and philosophy. Thanks a lot.