Watching the stars fade frm the sky,
The leaves falling dwn the robins last cry.
the grass turning brown,
I utter a sigh.
The hardest part wen watching love die,
is whispering softly the final 'Good-Bye'.
you'll be broken nd alone no more.i'll cheer you! be around you.whatever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truth depicted well in a few lines 'to meet and depart is a way of life to depart and meet is the hope of life'