We have not cuddled with it,
we have not taken vows with it,
we have not climbed mountains with it,
we have not had beer with it.
without it we will not die
when it's late we are not worried
we cannot differ its cry or smile
we do not know who it likes
but one thing is certain
we believe undoubtfully
that it shall be back next spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, this so creative that it can be likened to many ideas. A true inspiration_ do read and rate my poems as well_ notably -: 'Let's Grow Up Together'
thank you! I dont write usually though.