Like the freshness
In the aftermath of
a morning shower,
Your memories of
Our buried past
flash within me
with a nascent wave
Of longing beside
the shore of
eternal time and space.
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I would like to translate this poem
It is a nice poem. Holy love, which is for ever- is beautifully described. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks dear reader for the painstaking effort to read a poem.