you are at autumn,
i at winter...
do we look for turning leaves,
or the first hint of snow?
we are the fire,
burning in the forgotten night...
do we invite the darkness,
or pray silently for spring?
step after step,
bare feet in the dirt.
the only words spoken,
are the language of hearts!
do we win or lose?
i just dont know.
but we have lived....
we have lived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only the earth knows if we win or lose, but like you say we have lived. A fantastic poem.