A soft wind blows lovingly
The leaves rustle in a silent sigh
The lone bird cries piercingly
Singing of days long gone by
Memories come rushing in
Imprinted yet buried In a silken shroud
The soft wind evokes long buried emotions
Lifting the shroud and letting it fly
Memories have not yet withered
Nor has age let the sap run dry
The soft wind releases buried feelings
Feelings I thought would shrivel and die
The soft wind now has a sweet fragrance
Bringing salty tears into my weary eyes
Blow gently, oh wind, blow sweet
The first love lives on, never dies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very very beautifully expressed. Touched the heart. A 10/10 for sure.