When the tempests of Time
Have shattered one by one
The weary leaves of years,
And the certainty of spring
Has gone away with hope,
The frozen winds of winter,
Only desolation bring:
Black skeletons collapse—
Onto the ground they drop.
And nothing is heard again
Of doves cooing in the air;
The sun upon a sterile whiteness,
With bright light eclipsing love:
No tender feelings anymore,
Such bleak hearts can bear!
Gone is the time...
Gone is the love...
Gone is the dove...
A gorgeous poem on love and melancholy on a metaphorical base. Touching description. I quote.......... ...............The weary leaves of years, And the certainty of spring Has gone away with hope, ................. .......................Gone is the time... Gone is the love... Gone is the dove... Thanks for sharing.10
A beautifully crafted write full of vivid images. Beautiful lines at the end....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The heartfelt musings of a lovelorn soul! The underlying sense of pain and longing is palpable in every line! The melancholic tone touches at the heart strings!