Solitary brings me to the rose that grew up with me,
That used to greet the dawn with open arms,
That kissed the dusk goodnight, as the moon took up refuge in the sky.
But now I rip out the chapters of my childhood book,
Leaving me without a past,
As it crumbles with my dear rose under the rythm of the falling snow,
So virgin and cold, as my life without memories...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the poem and the way you described everything. Its a poem that many people can relate to. Good Job. : : Vanessa: :