I long to walk along the river path
quietly-quietly,
Early in the morning, when the mist burns away
softly-softly,
Before the sun begins the day breaking through the clouds,
Along the path of river quietly-quietly.
Where softly- softly through the mist l see,
Drunk on the scent, scent of “Linden tree”,
How it brings old-days back to me,
Oh linden, linden trees!
Along the path of river quietly-quietly...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a great poem by a new writer!