A walk to remember...
remember with you,
on frosty cliff...
at midnight's rift,
When moon comes upright...
and shines so high,
so high with you...
I rove and fly,
I feel the warmth...
the warmth of night,
Your engrossing sight...
Your essence with mine,
And hearts mingled...
Within the world,
The world of our own...
where we meet,
Unknowingly...
silently...
without a sign...
That walk with you...
which I remember every time! !
an involving write, a soulful poem! Nostalgia in itself is a state of pain and pleasure and you presented this blend! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you very much Shahzia! It's a matter of immense pleasure to know your views on my verse.