I grieve not because
I set a heart of grudge
but for the days I live with that smile.
I am accustomed by our days off talk
and for a long, long walk.
We chose our own ways
The one with blooming buds;
The one with growing grasses
Which stand strong waiting
for a dearest one who is
A great way off.
We gladly desire to hear our jokes
that break the silence.
But now I therefore grieve
for silence I embrace.
Fate has presented itself,
One must accept it.
For time forge it in life
to keep one strong like
grasses in the way waiting
a dearest one who is a great way off.
YOU ARE READING
The Breathing Poems
PoesíaWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
