if winter was a day
yet I would long for spring
for the tropics are untrue
a green deceit endures
and yet a chill prevails
and I am locked within
so I must dream a while
of days that are foregone
when love was blossoming
and then I think of you
and wonder how you are
and if your night is cold
and if you still recall
a spring as warm as touch
when you were in my arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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