The Summer Wind will race no more
It scatters quickly to the frozen shore
Such a chance, I see in a dream
Young again, or so it seems
Whispers hidden in the glare of summer's light
Scream so vividly in the night
It is but a breeze, they laugh and say
Summer will again, come my way...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. Liked it a lot. Thanks for sharing.