In my deepest memory,
Precious days unfold,
There on the horizon,
Your gentle hand I hold,
Grief is now a part of me,
It now flows through my veins,
Longing for your endless love,
But knowing,
I won't see you again.
Whispers in the winter breeze,
Thinking,
Are you there?
Feeling lost and so alone,
No loving words to share.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Written tears give this sad poem it's very intense and sad atmosphere. Quite moving, indeed!