Shall you remember love songs from beats of time?
Leaping through the highways of your going ways
When all was so rosy colored in its prime
And you had sweet aromas of summer days
When time was gathering its plot and touch
And feelings were like feathers on flying high
When we were close together and loved much
Beneath the breezy wind of faraway sky
When everything was new like that of spring
And our magic moments a blossom so bright
From the coming distance of everything
And there were no thorns in the heart from last night
Each day we lived gave always something new
That brought us further to what's closest and true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peter, nice feel to this one. Ian