the friendly sun
that once smiled on us
is disappearing behind
the clouds of solitude.
soon it will be no more.
at the dawn of our friendship
it rose mightily up the sky
brightening your face and mine.
but behold the darkness
that gloom on our faces is.
without warning it got lost
loosing us in the darkness
of being busy now and then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem