An idyllic home left here alone
With orchards and forestry
Grown old in our hometown
Time has found a new reality
isolate in meadows and rushes
Amid the pastures farmers inherited
Narrow paths trail walkers created
the memory of traveling to distant places.
mages our minds rearranges
Paint a portrait of a time in this decade
where we faded in disbelief of faith.
Time stood still and made us all wait
Endure the pain to start again
as if we had never been late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem