Your span was so brief
yet reflections remain
once again you surface
warming the chilly nights
breaking the silence
filling thoughts with
fragments of yesterday
sometimes we slip to the yard of past events....beautifully crafted.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The recurrence of sweet memories of the past makes our present joyful! Thanks to our brain... it is able to telecast those sweet moments again and again! Enjoyed!