Whispers of the past
Flood the eyes and ears
And visions like a blast
Announce the time of year
Forgotten dreams again
Dredging up the years
Through night and day they lend
The living borrowed tears
Perhaps its sorrows way
To cleanse the soul again
Of doubts that may sway
The heart that needs to mend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem