summer is the life of man
but men are not like seasons
the metaphor recalls passion
the warm kiss of a lover
summer is the feeling of home
of safety and solace
it is a time of birth and growth
crops are rich in the field
as summer ends death comes
but with the hope of spring
but men are not like seasons
the tomb is cold and silent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem