In another time, we would so
often play. The games never
ending like the deserts, forever
enchanting calling out with a
sweet soft gentle breeze.
Longing for a warm embrace, the
kiss of the sun’s tropical lullaby.
Carrying all the things with me
that I long to let free I can only
remember the night you said
goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sad write...really got to me! Best wishes, Theo