Plume et parchemin

OUR PILGRIM LIFE

Has the branch asked to bow under the wind ?

Have the petals of the roses asked to fall under the rain ?

Has the bird asked for snow in winter ?

Has the lover asked to be dismissed so briefly ?

Past never goes back

Time never stops flying

Life is only a trip

No regret to leave.

Each year adds an autumn

To our still-passed ones.

Today in flower, tomorrow

Scattered by the wind

Such is our blossom life.

How can we think

Its fragrance lasts for ever ?

Elvi -