the tides roll in
the tides roll out
the day tolls on
the night tolls in
the ball goes up
the ball goes down
the leaves bloom
the leaves fall
the winter comes
the winter leaves
the heart aches
the heart heals
the tears pool
the tears dry
the child ages
the child dies
some things
are meant to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem