Like a candle that fuses and ends
Like the sun that sets
Like a swallow that after a long trip returns home
Like the spring that gets it's place to autumn
Like a flower that after blooming expriences death
my life will recieve to it's end, at last
But,
Love makes the memories of it everlasting forever...
for my dear friend: mitra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life will not recieve to its end because it has not any end. try to rise in love not to fall in love then you can be immortal.