the summer
still hangs
heavy and sweet
with sunlight
as it did last year
the autumn
still comes
showering gold and crimson
as it did last year
the winter
still stings
clean and cold and white
as it did last year
the spring
still comes
like a whisper in the dark night
they didn't change and neither
will I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice, strong poem. It has some endearing prose and then a steadfast end. I like it. Could you please read a couple of my poems and tell me what you think?