Let me lend you a moment of spirit
Loaded with fire
Let me find the treasure
That you sought in the ashes of our dreams
Let me be the solution
To the burdens of tomorrow
Let me be the magic carpet
In the reflections of a lost day that we wished had been lived
Let me see beyond the horizon
And plot the path of a restful ease to be felt once again
That we found in those summer days of simplicity
Hidden in the flowered park benches arm in arm
Far from the grief to come
With thoughts of forever pouring from our minds
With our backs to the clouds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem