I felt the moist air
Kiss my cheek
As all of my limbs
Grew so very weak
Looking around
Watching flowers die
In the meadow
Where I lie
My lips turn blue
My eyes go cold
And suddenly
The clouds look like gold
My vision blurs
It's over soon
My fingertips finally
Can touch the moon
But the light shines
And one day more
I will fight
This terrible war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. You did a good job with your first poem posted on this site. Welcome to Poem Hunter!