Gone are the days when we used to walk miles before we sleep,
To prove Frost's poetry.
Gone are the days when I refused to sleep,
To hear the enchanting melody of yours.
Gone are the days when I refused to grow up,
To share the innocence between us.
Gone are the days when I waited for hours,
To learn the art of patience
Gone are the days When I used to hold my breath,
To breathe the air that brushed you
Gone are the days when I embraced you
To learn the pain of too much tenderness
Gone are the days that I loved you, No
Gone are the days that I remembered you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, V.D. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks