When the stars
Tire of dancing
In the swirling summer night,
When the crickets
Cease to sing
In the green July grass,
When the melody of the rain
Abandons the orchestra of spring flowers,
When young children
No longer play in the park,
I’ll still compose my every poem for you
In the lonely hope of winning your heart.
Memorable lines from a memorable poet. Bittersweet, Uriah. Warm regards, Sandra
Beautiful piece Uriah, dreamy and so moving. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beatiful poetry as always Uriah :) well done! HBH