Past is dead
So are memories
No more treasures
All an illusion
So sweet a dream
Soon forgotten
Still from the ashes
In new wings
Rise and flutter
In the new sunshine
As an Angel of heaven
In the New year
Then shall I swing
Swing so high
In that sky
Of eternal joy
To sing, sing together
Syonara
Twenty twenty one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully portrayed sir. thanks for sharing sir