Aren't all these just childhood fancies
Simply fancies which will soon pass away
With the next strong breeze...
Just like a glorious dream
A momentary joy, a short lasting thrill...
Just like a silver gurgling stream
Here for a moment, gone by the next...
Just like a mild breeze
That just slightly touches the trees...
Just like the flowers that open and smile
But always do close at night...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rae, such a brilliant write...10+++++
Thank you so much, Bernard. Much appreciated! You may also like my poem ‘Solitude’ which was written at about the same time as this one.