Let me go away with the wind,
and find a home in some chasm.
you went with the sun,
that Monday and never came back.
I wait for you here,
at the river fork,
singing the swan song.
The last day has come,
tomorrow I'll split in two,
and travel the time of all time.
A refined poetic imagination, Precia. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Singing the swan song and longing for the lover has been sweetly portrayed. Thanks, plz. .... you went with the sun, .... that Monday and never came back.