It isn’t quiet nights that hold the key
Nor does the stony moon hold what you seek
But all you’ve loved and love holds you
In restless sleep
So find where riverbank leads to a stream
And watch the season slowly trickle by
Then in the sand and tall grass find your peace
And say goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fine, nostalgic write. I can see the word picture you have painted very clearly. Keep up the good work. Kindest regards, Sandra