Winter's morn
A breath of chill
As my heart mourns
The wind blows still
Yet calmly you speak
And gently say
..
. All spirits fall weak
To find its way
Summer nights
Broken dreams
A heavy sigh
A silent scream
Yet swiftly you 'd come
And surely aid
as laughter become
But smiles that fade
Autumn leaves
The warmth of spring
As sadness leaves
With the love you bring
and suddenly I 'd see
So surely I 'd know
there always I will be
A friend to hold on
matthewedanolivernpalma-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem