Winter without you is like
a summer in a winter, when memories
of your love murmur in my winter.
Summer in a winter was never been
hot as it is.when the memories
of your love thrills me today.
Winters summer were very rare when
we walked on the bed of purple flowers
with your affectionate look.
When I forget this heat and
hold you in my poetic arms, you
kiss my poem through your heart
in this winter.
winter's summer was very rare...
venky
This is a wonderful poem..makes me miss my husband who is far away in another country!
hold you in my poetic arms, you kiss my poem through your heart in this winter. winter's summer was very rare... I like this part the best. Nicely thought out and expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
im kissing this poem through my heart