As i walk,
on the empty streets,
being accompanied by
the leaves
of the trees
In the autumn,
the season, and
of my life,
not so free...
wondering why the wind
blows away the leaves
from the trees,
but not my pain,
that in my hart remains...
Asking to myself
how i`ll go along
without my other one?
Why life took her away from me?
Why, a better future, should i believe in?
A coward to live and a coward to die...
there`s no reason to continue or there`s is? .....
I do not know what
will become of me,
afraid from the present,
for the future, not caring...
as i keep walking.....
to nowhere.
But i will
never give up
on life,
even if it seems
too dark,
the sun will
always shine,
after the storm
passes by...
powerfull and amazing in simple way! like Beethoven Overture on words!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With season everything changesas spring followed by autumn.. good one dear deep feeling