As I go down the path
To the verdant valley
I watch the silly clouds
Following me with paces
Faster than mine
Buds bow down in
The wind as they line
The path both sides
I feel the peace of sleeping
In the lap of nature
And wish I would
Not die ever like the
Dream I saw last night
Man is mortal dear poet, how can be wish fulfilled? However, your poetry will make you immortal.
Death leads to spiritual life in Nature and joy of paradise in the other world! Nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We want to go to heaven, but don't want to die Bravo!