And Winter returned,
towards dust we travelled.
Her meaning become meaningless
as windswept as the sea.
Her importance no longer
important to me.
She disappeared,
faded out of sight.
The when and the how
I can’t quite
picture.
The rain she stopped came
back in a downpour.
The love I had
I had no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem