Throbbing swells up at the core,
Summer fades into winter.
Lyrics whispers the soul to sleep.
Shallowed up in vacancy.
Breathless, as it was taken from me.
Endless wonder of if.
Tossing and turning still.
Will I wake to see the day,
where birds fly south,
summer springs over,
and you back to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem