I can remember those yestermonths of the spring
And I love them
I can remember those lovelit nights
And I lament inside me silent
I bless your present days of oblivion
Though my heart weathering
Starting from five yesteryears
Still I have been painting your smile
On the wave of every waters
Painting your kisses on every apple
Painting your cascade hair in winds
And in my fist, I hold a sigh tight
That's your name...
So nice poem with nice title.. Love the poem... Thank you dear vaiya
Nicely thought poem, And in my fist, I hold a sigh tight.......That's your name... Lovely....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well weitten love poem. Expression is wonderfull.