The sea spray still reminds me of the spark in your eyes
The wind through the leaves
imitates your sweet voice
The opening buds are your face in happiness
The twittering birds calling out to my goodness my gladness
My spirit in repose
Come the shaky fingers of dawn
Wake me up - Wake me up
My dreams turning to reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem