Is that your breath i feel upon the breeze? The moist of the misty rain are those your soft gentle tears? Walking on main street, the smiles, laughter. I see your face where others dwell. Where are you now? Birds singing in the trees children playing in the streets. Memories come flooding back to days of childhood innocence. Some are gone, some remain, the sun will shine, rain must fall. We take another step and carry on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feeling your breath on the breeze soft gentle tears? the smiles, laughter Birds singing in the trees children playing in the streets. Sweet memories and at the end life should go on with these sweet memories.. Sorry to hear about your brother and sister. I came to Dublin very often…….. thank you dear poet. For this great simple poem. It is really very emotional…
Thank you Tony I really appreciate that. Kind Regards. John Hyland.