Strong word of the night
You let me leave with a fight
Walk alone in the cold
With a flower in my hand
Sing while good time past
Good time last
Good days like a little stream
Happen in our wildest dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Good days like a little stream Happen in our widest dreams' Fine lines George.. Although, I may want to bring to your notice that perhaps you wanted it to be 'wildest', but made a typo... A beautiful ode, thank you for sharing.
I appreciate, Mr. Souren Mondel for taking your timeout to read my poem, thanks.