In his youth,
He was so busy
With his career
That he turned
A blind eye and
Flew past her…
Now,
Past his prime
Albeit a lot late
He realises…
She had feelings
For him and he
Had loved her.
But when
Winter sets in,
Spring blossoms
Wither and die out
So he also realises
That now, for ever
He had lost her…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem