Watter moves, wind blows, time ticks forward but never slows, seasons change and we grow old, our hair turns gray, our soals stay gold. Our memories shine as our days grow long, replaying our lives like a unsung song. Good times, bad times and all the rest live long in our hearts for time to test and even when time takes something away theres that place deep inside where loved things can stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love things can stay. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.