Your memory touches my mind
like soft breeze
touches a lake
and makes ripples
on the surface,
or it touches
the freshly bloomed leaves
of April.
Your memory touches my mind
like a floating feather fall
and touch the ground,
like first raindrop touches
the hopeful dry-land,
and it touches like a hand of a loved one
, in rough times.
And it comes
like a promising news after
a long long time.
It comes like the warm wind of
May, and makes my passions bloom like roses.
Wonderful! Beautiful imagery. Lovely diction. The memory is lightened by beautiful descriptions and similes. The memory still gyres in poet's mind that makes it live.
a floating feather fall and touch the ground, like first raindrop touches the hopeful dry-land, and it touches like a hand of a loved one very fine expressions of love. thank u der poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice