A wound that almost became a memory -
Is healed,
A vacuum of connection that haunted the hearts -
Is filled,
Our innocence
Taught us to wait,
What was in the hearts
Remains in the hearts,
A spark of a reminder
Of the love that
Has always been there;
A bond that was never shattered,
Never broken,
Never died.
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The sun sets with its
Fire of passion,
The moon cools the heavens with its
Silver rays
And,
The rite of spring
Blooms with its roses,
Together,
They celebrate
Our re-union.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a beauteous poem how u employ nature, wondrous touches throughout sir. Pls read my poems too.