Memories
like willows
whispering in the
breeze,
bringing back the joy
and contentment
as time sped at
unnatural speed.
The ultimate bliss
of a wondrous day
when our God
smiled and cast
on both
his spellbinding glow
peace descends
a quiet thought remains
were we blessed
again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem as cool as a gentle wind. Memories can be soft like also! A nice work.