I remember you mostly on those cold december days, when there's no one to hold, as I pretend to forget your name. But these echoes of times forgotten have me with little hope, there's no heart to anchor my love to, only your memories ghost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
edward, It's very beautiful a poem, only one question: why you did not allocate a lines... 10.... /Thank you for sharing./ Best wishes, Tsira