To the spring breeze that flew
Of laughters which then brew
Stories that unfold
And memories they behold
A tad whiff of air
The times of dispair
Spring takes in its stride
Your memoirs rhymed with mine
For hands stewn in love
Chores exchanged over barb
The hues that spring brings
Our story in the air rings! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem