we have dreams of the days behind
dreams that one day we had
now those dreams are lost,
in the rough wind of the time.
but i still remember
the nice smell of red rose
i can smell the delicious minestrone
and i remember the sound of little sparrows
time..stop please..
i want to live with you
.......a deep passionate write, , , , , , , , ..I wish time could stop..............lovely write
Quite a lot, said in so few lines. I like the last two lines the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know time exists to pass...i know we have been created for passing not for staying...i know this odd sense....its in our bloods....time have never been kind to us... time... so unfaithful....and there comes a day when all of us find ourselves in somewhere that time has no meaning in it.....time turns to an old memory in there....and we are no more afraid of its passing.....someday....somewhere......