summer breeze whispers
a memories of me and you
of a days when you were passing thru my fingers
like a warm sand
beneath our bodies
when the sea was
the only witness
of our story
the waves were our music
divine and soft
in the rhythm we create
deep and slow
then a strong and wild
traces in the sand
written with passion
now are only the story
living in our memories
told by the summer breeze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem