time waits not, where once time passed not
too much water has flown
beneath our red wooden footbridge
since last we swam
Come hither my heart
let us remember
sweet novembers huddled warm
april rains that soaked us
let's lose now in the hues
of this too short eternity
the was and always will be
of me and you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem