the warmth,
of summer glows
upon the valley of chance.
of fate and memories
struck under the deep blue sky.
a clutter of clouds
of a trembling smile,
tears alight,
through the summer of life.
we walk and cherish
the times as they come.
for darling,
my sweetest one
these are the times
of our lives.
we shiver
under the darkening fog
in half lit streets
pondering upon our thoughts
the winter has set
and many a times have passed
our sorrows have outlived
the terrors of the past.
but the moonless night
feathers a chilling thought
upon these dreary winter's night
of how fate and memories
once paraded through the rainbow
of our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem