Memories are filled with flashes of years & tears;
With brief roses of burning desire & cold fears.
Yesterday's ghosts have lost their power & meaning.
Now it's time to add colour & flesh to dreaming.
I'm searching patiently, for love & truth, in a world
Of doubt. Tired of striving, I'll let things unfurl.
O as the bitter winter sorrows fade and die,
I'll wait for spring's blossoms to finally arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem