That time to think
to reminisce,
Of summer breeze,
of flowers sun kissed.
When birds sang out their daily tune,
The woodland walks,
The gentle blooms.
Those precious days,
now gone too soon.
Forever mine,
in memory,
Love for life,
Is ours for free.
Cherishing those days gone past.
They may be gone,
But memories last.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing a beautiful poem. Loved it.
Thank you Anil : ) Much appreciated.