Sweet bliss and memories
Ethereal Land of no worries
Bright flowers and beautiful trees
Grinning breeze and your troubles cease.
Time lays its cold hands upon all
Flowers wither and to ground they fall
Bitter sweet truth breaks the ignorant wall
Its sad demise of innocence; it stood so tall
Reality strikes and opens your eyes
Nothing is bright anymore; Just grey skies;
There is no room for pretense; No disguise;
You are left with nothing; No more lies;
v nice poem...specially the lines...Time lays its cold hands upon all...Flowers wither and down they fall......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! the ryhmes falls in smoothly... and yes! this is lovely. its short, simple and perfectly written. kudos