As I sit in the evening. The moon
brightly shining. A warm breeze
gently blowing. Blowing memories
of someone...
My mind wanders back to another
time and place. To a small island
nation. To someone I hold as a
dear friend.
Thinking, what are you doing tonight?
Wish I could be there with you. Sit,
talk, and laugh for awhile. Just enjoy
your company. Renew old conversations.
Maybe write some poetry together.
It is getting late here since I
can't be there. Good night friend.
Perhaps another time. God bless.
Renewal of old conversations leads to a beautiful poem. Conversation has to be continued another time. Thank you.
the tides that bound friendship is so great? memories upon memories. love it.
Memories of friends we have not seen in a while can really make us smile, and want to make more memories. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a unique and intelligent work..I tip my hat! !