You remind me of mountains
Like silver streams
Wind smelling of lavender
A lake with its tranquil reflection of you
The forest, the rattleing of the leaves
Solitude only contrasts eden with hell
A mound of fallen leaves is beside me, the books on the ground
But the bouganvilia still climbs over the white cotage as the seas waves wash the shore, the sound is pleasant, you are not in the cottage
All i have are memories of you
As the grass grows in the valley
My soul looks for salvation in the memory of you
You that meant so mouch, gave love and was sheer rubies and emeralds
I hope to fall in love again, feel the nearness to god and reproduce his message amongst us love and kindness,
and do his works
Enjoy his earthly treASURES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem