Occupation: Poet Birth: October 3, 1895 Death: December 28, 1925
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye My love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to e….
Not sorry, not calling, not crying All will pass like smoke of white apple trees Seized by the gold of autumn, I will no longer be young..
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My dear, you are in my heart. Predestined separation promises a future meeting..
Whom shall I call on? Who will share with me The wretched happiness of staying alive?.