Once upon a time
long ago
a young lassie
whispered
'No matter what
happens
tomorrow
I will love you
the day after.'
Little did she
realize
how quickly he
would vanish
As a flower
dropping petals
softly into eternity.
Did he run away or perish we will never know, love spoken married their connection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That gentle passing like a flower dropping its petals is lovely!