Dreams of summer going
on to the winter dark,
with their colors glowing
in their summer embark.
Dreams that were for only
summer and its shades,
are now gray and lonely
in their winter fades.
But everything must go on
to the time of coldness,
in their dreams gone
of the dark and less.
But next year comes soon
with their shades flowing,
like the month of June
in its heights of glowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peter, such a wonderful poem..........