The moon on its silent road,
That hides in cloud whiz
There is silence in your woods
The owl, the walnut tree
In same aesthetic form, used to be.
The wind clamant this whirring sound tonight
Again currents shall toss from coast to coast
From your heart, I am aware of
This secret seclusion,
Delicately there will be no-connection
And you may meet another traveler
Butterflies, rainbows, a new Inimitable hope,
You may not hesitate like used to…
Since I will be long gone
You will sing other love-song
Very nice poem. To love is to live and to love is to set free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And you may meet another traveler Butterflies, rainbows, a new Inimitable hope, You may not hesitate like used to… Since I will be long gone You will sing other love-song.....beautifully expressed; love to read this piece;