If I should wake up dead
once the seasons are gone and fed,
I will be as silent as a tree,
and your tears stream like rivers
only to be lost in the sea.
All memories here will be lain
and their tapered voices slain.
A warmth lost in the summer heat,
A cold heart lost in a winter night,
where stars beg for their morning retreat.
No more splendor under the moonlight
just an eternal night,
a making of our own device;
This is the ending we choose,
A peace that comes at a price.
your tears stream like riversto be lost in the sea. A cold heart lost in a winter night, where stars beg for their morning retreat eternal night….. Very nice poem . a search of eternal peace.. liked it very much. tony
With rhyming words your poem is so nice...I am inviting you to read my poems also. Thank you...
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I would like to translate this poem
No more splendor under the moonlight just an eternal night, a making of our own device; This is the ending we choose, A peace that comes at a price. peace, silence, thoughts, lovely poem. tony