Peeling back the rest
Of what remains
There is nothing left
To pick in this
Long forgotten garden
The infertile soil
That sits in this
Old beat up heart
Cannot hold the love
You have come to plant
In a sacred ritual
Only held in Spring
Beautifully drafted..i am overwhelmed with the verses of spring and its plethora of possibilities it is bringing with...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
o yes, very good, and very true. O how barren the world is in the winter..... and cold..... (not that i know too much of that, living in Cairns) but i can just imagine it.