Literature
The One
We, my love, have lost all hopes,
Like dying trees their falling leaves.
And you, my dear, left me alone
In torment and so I grieve.
I watch the skies, feeling dark,
And wished for rain for rain to start.
Yet, oh heaven, nothing came
To take the pain within my heart.
Is it fate or is it time
Who broke eternity?
Or the music of discord
Distorted serenity ?
I now sing lke Poets do
Whose words are many, none is enough.
Secluded I am, with desparation,
Inside is weak, outside is tough.
So here in my abode, I wait
For a love I knew lost and gone.
Far beyond this land, I search
That I m