Foresee the day ahead of me,
the is rising again,
and all that was a burden to me,
is flying, again.
What was that? A day to me?
One that I can use?
To make my dreams come true?
Or to see bruised leaves fall.
Another of your masterpieces, Rebecca! You raised a thought provoking question that really would touch the readers for we all go through this sometimes difficult experience and we must move on for our own sake! Thank you for sharing! 10+++Keep it up! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem.... very inspiring