I returned to my small back garden,
To the scorched sensation of summer sun,
Sharp twitters of birds greeted me in the trees,
Ahh… the roses as fresh as ever!
However, one-thing is greatly missing,
Causing a gaping hole in my heart,
Feeling of loneliness among the familiar surroundings,
Left me wishing for the impossible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem