The wind changes its course,
Leaving behind deep remorse
We are together to listen to each other,
Still something is missing that bothers
Your warm breath no longer makes me quiver
And the silence is now too silent to decipher
The zephyrs cease to peep amidst us
For our feelings are now more agile, it knows
With the flow of time, situation changes
And in drizzles, the soul no more drenches
Long talks which were once endless,
The emotional dilemma made them meaningless
O tide! shift thy turn and twist to past glory
For each soul has a chance to finish their story
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem