My soul drifts apart from me like a leaf falling in autumn breeze,
To have you here with me is like having a disease.
I have stepped outside of myself and have taken a look all around.
This beauty above and below,
Why do I want so baldy to lay beneath the ground?
To feel the embrace of life no more, rest is what I long for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely crafted with artistic brilliance. A poignant rendition from the heart. Thanks for sharing Mis and do remain enriched.