you sang me natures song
woven of air, flickering flames,
ripples of water, a fall of leaves
summer grass, winter snow.
sang of love in the brightness of day
soft serenades by the moons soft glow.
gently your voice light as butterflies wing
then to soon you were gone in Autumn
like the passing Summer rain,
leaving me in Winter's cold
Sweet memories of one gone too soon. Kingsley Egbukole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
despite the winter's cold, this poem exposes great joy in life for so long through summer grass, winter snow, flames and the moon's glow- all still there except for " the lover" and so everything has lost some luster of its emanations