Fly with your wings
To the freedom blossoms
That zephyr about sings
Every colorful play
That resonates in trees
Now momentarily stays
In the frisky free breeze
Summertime’s now gone
With all its beautiful
And every flower is done
To love so adaptable
But memories remain still
Every thought’s close
That keeps the mind fulfill
Like a stunning summer rose
Butterflies of freedoms
The contentment is ours
Gone summer anthems
Are remembered in flowers
Every its theme was singing
Of its beautiful days
Peaceful thoughts on bringing
In winter’s faintly ways
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This is a wonderful almost sing song poem, your words flow rhythmically and melodic. More than pleasant it was to have stumbled across your art. thank you.