You cut a twig
The leaves wilt
And then you say
Love is dead
I plant the twig
And bury the leaves
I dream of flowers
I wait for days
A bud springs
Then love is alive
The image is concrete, I like it. Thanks for sharing. A blessed evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true, emotions come and go but true love will out last life. nice write