Forever avoiding me,
It has a mind of its own,
I reach out to grab it;
Always too slow.
My fingers once brushed it,
I thought I had won,
It consumed my whole body;
My face felt the sun.
Before I could bask,
The warmth disappeared,
It left me alone;
Confirmed my worst fear:
It's not mine to possess,
No matter how I try,
And I won't try to retrieve it
Next time it goes by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's not mine to possess, No matter how I try, And I won't try to retrieve it Next time it goes by. Do you really mean that the voice of happiness is not yours to possess? no no. it is not true. Voice of happiness will come dancing to you. be sure. i shall pray for you. tony