on a bright summer's day
upon the valleys and hills
of our lives
i came across a familiar face
among the memories
of childhood glory
of first flowers
that blossomed within our hearts
of first days
of many a step
on the river bank of memory
we handpicked joyous moments
along the dusty roads of life
and as we walked
we left tears and longings
for friends and time
wish upon a star
we could go back
time and again
of those familiar places
and familiar faces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem