Soon or later
These efforts of mine
Will be forgotten
Soon or later
The roses will blossom
In pleasures of their unique time
And wither in their winter season
Soon or later
These promises and songs
Of love will disappear
From the poets art and tongues
And fall on deaf ears
Soon or later
All sorrow will be part of memories
That haunts my today
Soon or later
Every secret
Will be revealed unexpectedly
Soon or later
The visions I see
With my minds eye
Will become real
Soon or later
The delights of mine
Will freeze in its due time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed the way the lines sort of flowed to their own time, just like life following it's own agendas, in the lines. This is quite good. Your writing is morphing into something miraculous and I get to watch it happen. (no I'm not trying to jinx you!) smile