O the house where I once lived now looks like
Something out of a dream. I can perceive
Ghosts of yesteryear; playing happily
In the garden. I remember those times.
Places we used to go when we were young
Look so different in the dark. Perhaps
It is because they shone so brightly in
Childhood days of seemingly endless summer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. bri :)