Sometimes, I look up to the sky,
and wonder just where you might be.
Still hiding from your problems, and all reality?
I wonder still what could have been,
but this is now, and that was then.
A stifled breeze brings me back,
and I realize now I'm free,
You can't stop me from accomplishing my dreams.
You remind me of a flower,
blossoming beautifully in May,
but soon enough when cold days come,
your beauty fades away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well-written))) a good poem! !