All along the empty sky
The meadow beckons me
Through the years and years
That grew pale
Along with her skin
A maiden as silver white
She belonged with me
And years and years
Would pass by
Until she would
Suddenly visit me
We would talk
We would laugh
Till she would
Leave again
From me
But the world was round
As everybody knew
She would come
Again to me
A maid
As silver white
She belonged only
With me
We choose to be friends
Although we were more
Than petals of the same seed
We never grew old
Only did our time betray
And she did forever
Leave me
So today I sit
Beneath this sycamore tree
Just beside her grave
And sing her a song
To my Sabrina
So she sleeps happily
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful thinking on journey - the world was round As everybody knew She would come Again to me /// written beautifully