A breeze is blowing in the trees,
As leaves float to the ground.
A neighbor fumbles for her keys,
They’re nowhere to be found.
I sit upon my deck to think.
Why are my thoughts of you?
Our three-hour kiss seemed but a blink.
I swear that this is true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cute little poem of a sweet memmory thanks 10.