We were together in those heavenly days
When we came to this valley of echoes
We made many shrilling sounds, repeated
All of them echoed and really doubled
Echo point, the place was so-called,
Everyone wonder here, get reflected,
Before the lake, beneath the trees,
The songs we sang were of pure love.
Our sounds were so mixed and fine
Our hands were woven with passion
You are gone now, I am singing alone
Wish to hear your song to me forlorn
Our hands were woven with passion..I find great romantic depth here! A unique love poem. Loved reading this lovely poem.5 stars
You are gone now, for what reason... I am singing alone, seek the answer... Wish to hear your song to me forlorn... Wish needs to be executed to be fulfilled.... Wish needs to have wings to fly and glow... Wish needs to bore fruit that is sweeter than honey.... Someone needs to work out to make it happen someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The valley of echoes presents The most beautiful imageries Of love and seperation