the meandering path,
which takes me to you, ,
also is the path, we strolled
many a times!
when jakaranda bloomed,
once or twice, a year,
forming a flowery carpet, for us to,
speak of love and yawn,
and we part ways,
when the sun is done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful....yes the longing comes through so strong very well written cheers