O, my friend! !
This life is as flocks of dove
They were symbol of peace
When they soar high in the sky
They hug the face of sun then vanish
O' my friend
This life is athirst eyes
And sleeping winds
And tales and hunger
Innocence and submission
Every sadness and happiness
And end for beginning
Or beginning for end
Making life something to worship
O' my friend!
Don’t despair
This life is a mere feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a beginning and an end to everything, feelings can be seasonal too. Well written; D