Sitting by the fire
as the evening sighs
thoughts are slowly rising
of those vanished times
now so long forgotten
in the rooms of time
hiding in a corner
fragments of old rhymes
cobwebs clinging softly
to those long lost times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'As the evening sighs', 'cobwebs clinging softly', very nice, Liilia