It's the bonds of love that may have existed once.
Must have been. Such impression from the past
could be revealed by no other formal sin. When:
spoke a child asking about history. "was it a bond
of love that ever had to do with me? " and as to
change and time and life moving on- what has
that bond of love now become? Was it sunshine-
dissipating, never to be known again- floating away
like a cloud through an intriguing, gravitating din?
Was it a song that some want to hear again? That
might have been felt by others- sisters/brothers:
do so indeed- must have been love that planted
this changing and time altering seed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem