They
Are like crushed
diamonds
in the
hazy blue
morning sky
On the first day of summer
They are
are like picked flowers
in the
rotten cold
winter
and
they
came from a
passion that was
so special,
it didn't
want to ever
Die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching poem, loved the pictures that was built in this poem, yea, i do remember them love and care