there are but just a few
the things that truly matter
a meeting in the moonlight
a tender kiss at dawn
the passions of the night
and love that is foregone
the empty view outside
my window to the day
holds no allure for me
I turn to yesterday
and finally looking back
to one I used to know
I only see a girl
that I lost long ago
but I'm prepared to die
to walk just one more mile
in smoky fog and haze
with memories of her smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous and sensitive presentation of feelings which left their stamp on our soul. I'll try to see how it is heard in my language.