it seemed the stroke of summer heat
had dried up all my tears
but at the gentle chill of tonight's autumn wind
those rivers are refreshed for years
I cry tonight because I've missed
being an eternal weeper
and the only truth that distance told
is that I Love you deeper
A nice poetic imagination, Nyx. You may like to read my poem, Poem Hunter. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful, sad poem for your comeback But better written sadness, than silent set back. Time does not erase true talent. Welcome back! .