Farewell it is
To the winter morning sun
Seasons have come
Seasons have gone
As spring grows on fallen leaves
Flowers spring from dead autumn trees
What we take
And what we give
Returns to the soil
Like fallen leaves
Farewell now
Farewell again
What we lived
We won't live again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the entire creation blocked in farewell and greeting rings/// beautiful poem