It is early October.
Late afternoon light silvering the tree tops blowing
on the hillsides all around in mist
rising from somewhere far away...
Last summer one afternoon here on greener grass
I drew you to me, forgetful love has a season,
a torment greater than
between kisses...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, subtly penned with a good story to delight readers. I respect the articulation of the story. Kudos! Another addition to my favourite list. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.