As Spring hovers in the air,
And daffodils slowly open,
Begins a journey to be shared,
A promise not to be broken.
The sky should be blue,
The clouds away,
The morning dew
begins to fade.
So the travelling starts,
The bags are packed and on,
The sound of beating hearts
hoping the adventure is long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem